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OR,    THE^ 

JiEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION 

OF 

HYMNS    AND    SONGS, 

SACRED   AND   SECULAR, 


SUITABLE    FOR 

SABB.VTII-SCHOOLS,  SOCIAL    CIRCLES,    CHILDREN'S   MEETINCa 
CONCERrS,  ANNIVERSARIES,  Ere, 


COMPILED     BY    THE    SUPERINTENDENT. 


•*  Whbs  the  Sarioar  ttm  on  earth,  children  formed  the  only  choir  ( 
Mpirod  to  ch/mt  his  praise  in  'glad  booann.-is,'  in  the  niotnentary  but  p 
phetie  triumph  of  his  earthly  J'lory.  Let  the  Sabbtth  School  prolong 
so^ind,  until  the  whole  csrih  shall  echo  bock  to  hearea  'io  ctioral  strains, 
•welling  Dotes  of  joy.'  "  ________ 


NEW  YORK: 

A.  S.  BARNES  &  CO.,  51  AND  53  JOHN-ST. 

1859. 


Enteked  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  Eighteen 

Hundred  and  Ffty-seven. 

BY    JEREMIAH    JOHNSON.    Jr., 

lo  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States, 
for  the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 


THIS  BOOK 


DEDICATED 

TO  THE 

OF  xna 
LEE    AVENUE    SUNDAY-SCHOOL, 

DT     THEIR     SINCERE    AND     DEVOTED     FRIEND, 
THJB 

SUPERINTENDENT. 


"  Some  seem  to  feel  that  singing  God's  praises  is  beneath 
them,  and  that  this  part  of  divine  worship  may  be  left  to 
hearts  destitute  of  grace,  and  to  lips  never  sanctified  by 
prayer.  Against  thJ3  feeling  we  must  protest.  Let  the  theatre 
.•\nd  the  opera  be  under  the  control  of  the  wicked ;  let  the 
conga  of  revelry  and  folly  pass  through  the  lips  of  the  profane; 
but  shall  the  Christian— the  redeemed  sinner— who  hopes  to 
•Ing  the  praises  of  redeeming  love  to  all  eternity  in  Heaven, 
shall  he  refure  to  sing  of  that  love  here  on  earth?  The  glo- 
rious Church  in  Heaven  sings  God's  praises  before  the  uni- 
verse, and  angels  join  in  the  songs,  even  ten  thousand  times 
ten  thousand;  and  shall  it  be  that  Christians  are  above  sing- 
ing those  praises  here  on  earth?  Shame,  shame,  to  love  ao 
<*ol«^  ♦O  gratitude  eo  dumb  1" 


INTRODUCTION. 


To  MEET  a  want  long  felt  by  the  Lee  Avenue  Sunday-School 
for  a  collection  of  Hymns  and  Songs,  containing  a  sufficient 
variety,  to  be  used  In  its  various  meetings,  was  the  object  of 
the  compiler  in  preparing  this  book.  The  poetry  has  been 
carefully  selected  from  abundant  materials,  with  particular 
reference  to  its  adaptation  to  the  purposes  for  which,  and  the 
persons  for  whom  designed.  The  musical  reference  accom- 
panying nearly  every  hymn,  constitute,  It  is  believed,  a  pecu- 
liar feature  in  the  collection,  and  one  which  must  commend 
Itself  no  less  to  the  publishers  of  musical  works  than  to  the 
community  generally.  It  was  the  design  of  the  compiler  to 
prefix  each  hymn  with  a  reference  to  an  appropriate  tune,  so 
that  all  using  the  compilation  might  have  before  them  a  guide 
to  the  music  books  furnishing  tunes  corresponding  to  the 
metres  of  the  hymns.  It  does  not  follow  that  the  tune  to 
which  the  reference  alludes  shall  In  all  or  in  any  case  be  sung 
to  the  hymn  to  which  it  Is  prefixed.  It  is  merely  intended  as  a 
guide.  Should  the  present  work  answer  the  purpose  for  which 
It  was  designed,  the  compiler  will  be  abundantly  repaid  for  the 
time  and  labor  spent  in  Its  preparation. 


%tt   ^Ij^uitr    ColUciioiL 


Invitation  to  Join  our  Sunday-Scliool.    P.  HL 

Boys'  and  GirU'  Singing  Book,  18. 

1  WILL  you  come  to  our  Sunday-school? 
'*      I  really  wish  you  would; 
Oh !  come  and  join  our  Bible-class, 

And  learn  how  to  bo  good. 
"Wo  learn  lb  sii:g,  wo  learn  to  pray, 

In  our  swo<'t  Sunday-school ; 
And  here  we  learn  of  Jesus  too, 
Who  gave  the  golden  rule. 

Will  3'ou,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you 

Jpin  our  Sunday-school  ? 
Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you 
liCam  tliis  golden  nilc  ? 


LEE   AYENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  "We  know,  when  Jesus  was  on  earth 

He  loved  each  little  child, 
And  taught  us  how  we  could  become 

So  loving,  good,  and  mild. 
He  gave  the  golden  rule,  and  then 

He  said  that  he  should  know 
If  we  loved  him,  for  if  we  did, 

"We  should  love  all  below. 
"Will  you,  &c. 

3  To  do  to  others  as  I  would 

That  they  should  do  to  me ; 
"Will  make  me  honest,  kind,  and  good, 

As  children  ought  to  be. 
I  know  I  should  not  steal,  nor  use 

The  smallest  thing  I  see ; 
Which  I  should  never  like  to  lose, 

Kit  belonged  to  me. 
"^111  you,  &c. 

4  And  this  plain  rule  forbids  me  quite, 

To  strike  an  angry  blow, 
Because  I  should  not  think  it  right 

If  others  served  me  so. 
But  aDy  kindness  they  may  need 

I'll  do,  whate'er  it  be ; 
As  I  am  very  glad,  indeed, 

"When  they  are  kind  to  me. 
"Will  you,  &c. 


The  Sahbath-School. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Ctoir,  «, 


THE  Sabbath-school's  a  place  for  prayer, 
I  love  to  meet  my  teachers  there ; 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

They  teach  me  there  that  every  one 
May  find,  in  heaven,  a  happy  home : 
I  love  to  go — I  love  to  go — 
I  love  to  go  to  Sabbath-school. 

2  In  God's  own  book  we're  taught  to  read 
How  Christ  for  s'nners  groaned  and  bled ; 
That  precious  blood  a  ransom  gave 

For  shiful  man — his  soul  to  save : 
I  love  to  go — I  love  to  go — 
I  love  to  go  to  Sabbath-schooL 

3  In  Sabbath -school  we  sing  and  pray, 
And  learn  to  love  the  Sabbath  day ; 
That,  when  on  earth  our  Sabbaths  end, 
A  glorious  rest  in  heaven  we'll  spend : 

I  love  to  go — I  love  to  go— ■ 
I  love  to  go  to  Sabbath-schooL 

4  And  when  our  days  on  earth  are  o'er, 
"We'll  meet  in  heaven  to  part  no  more, 
Our  teachers  kind  we  there  shall  greet, 
And  oh  !  what  joy  'twill  be  to  meet 

In  heaven  above — in  heaven  above — 
In  heaven  above,  to  part  no  more. 


3.  Wlien  the  Morning  Light.    10s,  7s,  &  5a. 

ArmiTersary  Hymns,  66. 

1  TyHEN"  the  morning  light  drives  away  the  night, 
'''      With  the  sun  so  bright  and  fall, 
And  it  draws  its  line  near  the  hour  of  nine, 
I'U  away  to  the  Sabbath-school  I 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

For  'tis  there  we  all  agree, 
All  with  happy  hearts  and  free, 
And  I  love  to  early  be, 
At  the  Sabbath-school ! 

ril  away  !  away  I 

I'll  away !  away  ! 

I'll  away  to  Sabbath-school ; 

On  the  frosty  dawn  of  a  winter's  morn 
When  the  earth  is  wrapped  in  snow, 
Or  the  summer  breeze  plays  round  the  treea^ 
To  the  Sabbath-school  I  go; 
"When  the  holy  day  has  come. 
And  the  Sabbath-breakers  roam, 
I  delight  to  leave  my  home, 
For  the  Sabbath-school: 
I'll  away  !  &c. 

In  the  class  I  meet  with  the  friends  I  greet, 

At  the  time  of  morning  prayer: 
And  our  hearts  we  raise  in  a  hymn  of  praise, 
For  'tis  always  pleasant  there  : 
In  the  Book  of  holy  truth, 
Full  of  counsel  and  reproof. 
We  behold  the  guide  of  youth, 
,  At  the  Sabbath-school : 
I'U  away !  &c. 

May  the  dews  of  grace  fill  the  hallowed  place, 

And  the  sunshine  never  fail. 
While  each  blooming  rose  which  in  memory  growi^ 
Shall  a  sweet  perfume  exhale : 
When  we  mingle  here  no  more, 
But  have  met  on  Jordan's  shore, 
We  will  talk  of  moments  o'er, 
At  the  Sabbath-school: 
I'll  away !  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 


The  Sabbath-School  Army  Hymn.        P.  M. 

Brooklyn  Anniversary  Hymns,  1858, 

1  QH!  do  not  be  discouraged, 
^     For  Jesus  is  your  friend ; 

Oh !  do  not  be  discouraged, 
For  Jetus  is  your  friend. 
He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
And  keep  you  to  the  end. 
I  am  glad  I'm  in  this  army, 
Yes,  I'm  glad  I'm  in  ihis  army 
Yes,  I'm  glad  I'm  in  tins  army, 
And  I'll  battle  for  the  school 

2  Fight  on,  ye  little  soldiers, 

The  battle  you  shall  win, 
Fight  on,  ye  little  soldiers, 
The  battle  you  shall  win. 
For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 
For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 
And  He  has  vanquished  sin. 
I  am  glad  I'm  in  this  army,  &c 

3  And  when  the  conflict's  over. 

Before  him  you  shall  stand, 
And  when  the  conflict's  over. 
Before  Him  you  shall  stand. 
You  shall  sing  his  praise  forever, 
You  shall  sing  his  praise  forever, 
In  Canaan's  happy  land 
I  am  glad  I'm  in  this  army,  &o. 


6  LEB  AVENUE  COLLEGTIOK. 

5.  Invitation  to  Sabbath-School.  P.  M. 

Sabbath-School  Genie,  16. 

"  1  Ty HEN  Sabbath's  sacred  morning  light, 
Begins  on  earth  to  dawn, 
"We'll  widve  with  eyes  all  sparkling  bright 
And  bid  dull  sloth  begone. 

Then  haste  to  the  school  away, 
And  keep  this  sacred  day, 
Haste  away,  yes,  haste  away, 
And  keep  this  sacred  day. 

2  The  tuneful  birds  in  concert  meet, 

And  carol  sweet  their  lays ; 

In  nature's  temple  they  repeat 

Their  great  Creator's  praise. 

Then  haste  to  the  school  away,  &c 

3  From  valley,  field,  and  mountain  air, 

Tiiey  pour  their  warbling  strains. 
And  in  one  chorus  loud  declare 
That  God  forever  reigns. 

Then  haste  to  the  school  away,  «fec 

4  Then  in  the  temple  of  the  Lord, 

That  consecrated  place, 
"We'll  listen  to  God's  holy  word, 
And  seek  his  pard'ning  grace. 
Then  haste  to  the  school  away,  &a 

5  Then  with  united  heart  and  voice. 

Our  song  to  God  we'll  raise, 
While  millions  more  wnth  us  rejoice, 
And  join  in  prayer  and  praise. 
Then  haste  to  the  school  away,  &c 


LVX    4YENUE   COLLECTION. 


"TheSabtathBeU."  6s&4s. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  132. 

1  CWEETLY  the  Sabbath  beU 

Steals  on  the  air. 
That  in  the  house  of  God, 
Bids  us  appear; 
*'  Children  of  God"  it  seems 
Sottly  to  say, 
"Haste  away,  haste  away, 
Haste,  haste  away." 

2  Oft  as  the  Sabbath  chimes 

Summon  to  pray. 
May  we  their  holy  call 

Gladly  obey; 
Then  when  the  last  sad  bell 

For  us  shall  sound, 
Ready  all,  ready  all, 

May  we  be  found. 


"  Hark !  the  Satbath  Bell."         8s  &  7a 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  80. 

1  TTARK:!  t'^e  Sabb^th  bells  are  ringing. 

Let  us  haste  without  delay  ; 
Prayers  of  thousands  now  are  winging 
Up  to  heaven  their  silent  way. 

2  'Tis  an  hour  of  happy  meeting, 

AVe  have  met  for  praise  and  prayer; 
But  the  hour  is  short  and  fleeting, 
Let  us,  then,  be  early  there. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

3  Do  not  keep  our  teachers  waiting, 

While  you  tarry  by  the  way, 
Nor  disturb  tlic  school  reciting, 
'lis  the  holy  Sabbath  day. 

4  Children,  haste  I  the  bells  are  ringing, 

And  the  uioruing's  bright  and  fair ; 
Thousands  now  are  joined  in  singing, 
Thousands,  too,  in  solemn  prayer. 


8.  "  The  Precious  Sabbath-School."     7s  &  5a. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  8. 

1  WHERE  do  children  love  to  go, 

''  When  the  wintry  tempests  blow? 
What  is  it  attracts  them  so  ? 
'Tis  the  Sabbath-school, 
'Tis  the  Sabbath-school, 
'lis  the  precious  Sabbath-schooL 

2  Where  do  children  love  to  be. 
When  the  summer  birds  we  see, 
Warbling  praise  on  every  tree '/ 

In  the  Sabbath-school,  &c. 

3  When  the  Sabbath  morning  breaks, 
Every  eye  from  slumber  wakes, 
What  so  happy  children  makes  ? 

'Tis  the  Sabbath-school,  &c. 

4  Where  do  pious  teachers  sta/ 
From  their  peaceful  homes  away, 
On  the  precious  Sabbath  day  ? 

In  the  Sabbath-school,  &c. 


LEE   A\'^XUE   COLLECTION'. 

6  Whore  are  we  so  kindly  taught 
God  should  rule  in  ever}'  thouglit, 
What  the  blood  of  Christ  has  bought? 
In  the  Sabbath-school,  &c. 

6    May  we  ever  love  this  day, 

More  than  all  our  sports  and  play, 
Love  to  road  and  sing  and  pray, 
In  the  Sabbath-school,  &c. 


The  Sunday-School.  C.  M. 

Braaburj's  S.  S.  Choir,  10. 

1  THE  Sunday-school,  that  blessed  place, 
■*•     Oh !  I  would  rather  stay 

"Within  its  walls,  a  child  of  grace, 
Than  spend  ray  hours  in  play. 

The  Sunday-school,  tlio  Sunday-school, 

Oh !  'tis  the  place  I  love, 
For  there  I  learn  the  golden  rule, 
Which  leads  to  joys  above. 

2  'Tis  thei-e  I  learn  that  Jesus  died, 

For  sinners  such  as  I ; 
Oh  1  what  has  all  the  world  beside, 

That  I  should  prize  so  high  ? 
The  Sunday-school,  tlie  Sunday-school,  &C. 

2  Then  let  our  grateful  tribute  rise, 
And  songs  of  praise  be  given 
To  Him  who  dwells  above  the  skies, 

For  such  a  blessing  given. 
The  Sunday-school,  the  Sunday-school,  &o. 


10  LEE  AVEXUE  COLLECTION. 

4  And  ^velcome  then  the  Sunday-school; 

We'll  read,  and  sing,  and  pray. 
That  we  may  keep  the  golden  rule, 

And  never  Irom  ir  stray. 
The  Sunday-school,  the  Sunday-school,  &c 


Y' 


10.  Love  for  the  Sahhath-School.        8s,  7s,  ^ 

Bradburj's  S.  S.  Choir,  4C 

"ES,  dear  Sabbath-school,  I  love  thee, 
Here  I  meet  with  friends  most  dear: 
None  to  scorn  or  feel  above  me, 
None  to  dread  with  slavish  fear ; 

And  the  teachers 
Kindly  all  my  lessons  liear. 

2  Here  I  learn  of  richer  treasures 
Than  the  mines  of  earth  afford; 
Earthly  friends  and  earthly  pleasures 
Shall  not  keep  me  from  the  Lord ; 

Precious  lessons 
Here  are  spoken  from  Jlis  word. 

8  Yet  ray  heart  is  filled  with  wonder : 
Parents,  tcac^hers,  can  you  tell 
"Wliy  neglected  many  wander. 

When  so  near  the  school  they  dwell? 

Oh !  invite  them. 
They  will  love  the  school  so  well 

4   I  will  go  and  tell  those  children 
There  is  room  for  them  and  me. 
And  to  school  will  straightway  bring  them, 
If  persuaded  they  will  be. 

I  am  thankful 
That  my  friends  invited  me. 


LEB  ATENUE   COLLECTION.  11 

11>  Oh !  come,  come  away.  P.  U. 

Aj)QlTer»«ry  Hjiniu,  IJ. 

1  nni   come,  como  awajl    tho  Sabbath  mora  ia 
^passiniT ; 

Lct'a  hasten  to  the  Sabbath-school ; 

Oh  !  come,  come  away  I 
Tho  Sabbath  bells  arc  ringing  clear, 
Their  joyous  peals  salute  ray  car, 
I  love  their  voice  to  hear; 

Oh !  come,  como  away  1 

2  While  others    may  seek  for  vain    and    fooliah 

pleasures, 
Tho  Sabbath-school  shall  bo  my  choice  ; 

Oh  I  come,  come  away  I 
Row  dear  to  hoar  the  plaintive  strain, 
From  youthful  voices  rise  amain, 
With  sweetest  tones  again  ; 

Oh  I  come,  como  away  I 

3  Tis  there   I   may  learn  tho  ways  of  hearenlj 

wisdom, 
To  guide  my  steps  to  joys  on  high  ; 

Oh  I  come,  como  away  1 
The  flowery  paths  of  peace  to  tread. 
Where  rays  of  heavenly  bliss  are  shed, 
My  wandering  steps  to  lead  ; 

Oh !  come,  come  away  I 

4  T   there    hear    tho    voice   in    heavenly    accents 

speaking — 
•'  Let  little  children  come  to  me ; 

Oh !  come,  come  away  I 
Forbid  them  not  their  hearts  to  give, 
Let  them  on  me  in  youth  believe, 
And  I  will  them  receive; 

Oh  I  coroe-  come  away  1" 


12  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

5    "With  joy  I  accept  the  gracious  invitation ; 
Mj  heart  exults  with  rapturous  hope ; 

Oh !  come,  come  away  1 
My  deathless  spirit,  when  I  die, 
Shall  on  the  wings  of  angels  fly, 
To  mansions  in  the  sky ; 

Oh !   come,  come  av.'ay ! 


l«v,  Invitatioa  to  Suaday-ScliooL  P.  M 

Tune,  Ossian  Serenade. 

1  AH  I  come  -with  me  to  the  Sabbath-school  room^ 
^  WiK-re  hearts  are  united  and  free  from  gloom ; 

Oh  i  com:'  with  me.  for  I  long  to  go. 
Where  iu  wisdom  and  knowledge  I  may  grow. 
Oh !  corner  with  me ;  no  longer  rove 
The  hills,  the  woodland  depth,  or  grove  ; 
For  'tis  now  the  Sabbath,  divinely  blest, 
So  come  enjoy  its  hallowed  rest. 

Thero  purest  happiness  truly  is  gained, 

And  heavenly  understanding  obtained  ; 

There  in  harmony  our  voices  we  raise, 

In  sweetest  melody  of  praise. 

2  Oh!    come,    then,  join  with  the   Sabbath-school 

throng. 
Whose  hearts  are  united  and  full  of  song ; 
Oh !  come  !  there's  happiness,  peace,  and  joy, 
And  engaging  charms,  and  sweet  employ. 
Oh !  come  with  me  I  no  longer  rove. 
Come  learn  the  wisdom  from  above ; 
Our  teacher  will  welcome  you  with  a  smile, 
And  kindly  teach  you,  and  ne'er  revile. 
There  purest  happiness,  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION.  12 

13.  Away  to  Sabbath-School.  P.M. 

Boys'  an4  Girls'  Singing  B>ok,  SU 

1  THE  morning  sky  is  bright  and  clear, 

Away  to  Sabbath-scbool ; 
Let  eacli  one  in  the  class  appear, 

Away  to  Sabbath -school ; 
*Tis  there  we  learn  his  holy  word, 
And  lind  the  road  that  leads  to  God. 

Away,  away,  away,  away, 

Away  to  Sabbath-school. 

2  In  season  let  us  all  be  there, 

AAvay  to  Sabbath-school ; 
There  we  may  join  the  opening  prajer, 

Away  to  Sabbath-school ; 
There  we  can  raise  our  hearts  to  heaven, 
And  praise  the  Lord  for  blessmgs  given. 

Away,  away,  away,  away, 

Away  to  Sabbath-school, 

3  Let  us  remember,  while  at  prayer, 

When  at  the  Sabbath-school, 
Our  teachers'  kindness,  and  their  care, 

Towards  our  Sabbath-school. 
"We'll  be  submissive,  good  and  kind, 
And  every  rule  and  order  mind, 

"When  we're  at  school,  at  Sabbath-school, 

When  we're  at  Sabbath-school. 

4  When  each  at  night  shall  go  to  prayer, 

We'U  ask  our  God  above 
To  extend  o'er  teachers  his  kind  care, 

And  crown  them  with  his  love. 
And  when  on  earth  our  time  is  sped, 
And  we  are  numbered  with  the  dead, 

If  faithful  we  shall  meet  above, 

"We  all  shall  meet  above. 


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14.         The  Sunday  Scholar's  Invitation.      P.M. 

Tune,  "  Mountain  Maid's  Invitation." 

1  pOME,  come,  cornel 

^     Don't  delay,  haste  away, 
To  the  Sabbath-school  to-day ; 
Here  to  meet,  and  to  greet 
All  in  friendship  sweet. 
Come  wliile  yet  the  dews  of  mom 
Nature  all  with  gems  adorn ; 
Be  in  time,  rain  or  shine — 
Order  is  divine. 

To  the  happy,  happy  school. 

Joyous,  joyous  Sabbath-school  I 

Be  in  time,  rain  or  shine, 

Order  is  divine. 

2  Come,  come,  come! 

Not  a  tear — naught  of  fear 
Nor  of  sorrow  is  found  here ; 
Faces  bright,  tempers  right, 
0  the  happy  sight  1 
Health  and  beauty  all  around. 
And  no  harsh  or  jarring  sound; 
Light  and  free,  fuU  of  glee, 
All  is  harmony. 

0  the  happy,  happy  school  I 
Joyous,  joyous  Sabbath-school 
Light  and  free,  full  of  glee, 
All  is  harmony. 

3  Come,  come,  come ! 

Keep  the  wav,  do  not  stray, 
'Tis  the  holy  Sabbath  day  1 
Hie  along,  join  the  throng, 
In  their  grateful  song. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTIOX.  15 

Hither  come !  vrho  would  decline 
Bliss  so  rare  and  joys  divine  ? 
Pleasures  pure,  that  endure, 
All  may  here  secure. 

0  the  happy,  happy  school ! 

Joyous,  joyous  Sabbath-.school  I 

Pleasures  pure,  that  endure, 

All  may  here  secure. 


15.         The  Good  Eiile;  or  "Never  Late."         10s. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  3T. 

1  I'LL  awake  at  dawn  on  tlie  Sabbath  day, 
-*-For  'tis  wrong  to  doze  holy  time  away, 
"With  my  lessons  learned,  this  shall  be  my  rule, 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbaih-school. 

2  Birds  awake  betimes,  every  morn  they  sing;  ^ 
None  are  tardy  there  when  the  woods  do  ring ; 

So  when  Sunday  comes,  this  shall  be  my  rule, 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath-school. 

3  "WTien  the  summer's  sun  wakes  the  flowers  again 
They  the  call  obey,  none  are  tardy  then; 

Nor  will  I  forget  that  it  is  my  rule, 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath-schooL 

4  But  these  Sabbath  days  will  soon  be  o'er, 
And  these  happy  hours  shall  return  no  more ; 
Then  I'll  ne't-r  r^-gret  that  it  was  my  rule, 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath-school. 


16  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECnON. 

16.  '•  AU  the  Week  we  Spend."  P.  M. 

Bi  atlhjry's  S.  S.  Choir,  M. 

1  A  I^^  tlic  week  we  spend 
■^^     Full  of  childish  bliss; 

Every  changing  scene 
Brings  its  happiness ; 
Yet  our  joys  would  not  be  full, 
Had  we  not  the  Sabbath-school. 

2  Lovely  is  the  dawn 

Of  each  rising  day ; 
Loveliest  the  morn 

Of  the  Sabbath  day ; 
Then  our  youthful  hearts  are  full 
Of  the  pi-ecious  Sabbath-schooL 

3  To  our  happy  ears 

B  essed  news  is  brought ; 
Tidings  of  the  work 

Love  divine  has  wrought; 
Gracious  news  and  merciful ; 
How  we  love  the  Sabbath-school. 


T' 


17.  The  Golden  Rule.  C.  M. 

BiftJbury'3  S.  S.  Choir,  lOi 

'0  do  to  others  as  I  would 
That  they  should  do  to  me, 
Will  make  me  honest,  kind,  and  good, 
As  children  ought  to  be. 
The  Sunday-school,  the  Sunday-school, 

Oh  !   'tis  the  place  I  love, 
For  there  I  learn  the  golden  nilo 
Which  leads  to  joys  above. 


LEE  AVIiJfTJE  COLLECTIOX.  It 

2  I  know  I  should  not  steal,  nor  us& 

The  smallest  thing  I  see. 
"Which  I  should  never  like  to  lose, 

If  it  belonged  to  me. 
The  Sunday-school,  the  Sunday-school,  «fcc. 

3  And  this  plain  rule  forbids  me  quite 

To  strike  an  angry  blow, 
Because  I  sliould  not  think  it  right 

If  others  served  me  so. 
The  Sunday-sciiool,  the  Sunday-school,  &c. 

4  But  any  kindness  tbey  may  need, 

I'll  do,  whate'er  it  be, 
As  I  am  very  glad  indeed 

When  they  are  kind  to  me. 
The  Sunday-school,  the  Sunday-school,  &o. 


18.  The  Sabbath  Morn  is  Breaking.  P.  IL 

Brftdbui-j-'s  S.  S.  Choir,  110. 

1  THE  Sabbath  morn  is  breaking, 

^      The  Sabbath  bells  are  waking, 
Our  homes  with  joy  forsaking, 
To  join  the  Sabbath-school. 

Shout  and  sing, 
We  iiail  the  Sabbath-school. 

2  How  joyful  is  the  meeting  1 
Piuch  other  kindly  greeting. 
Sweet  hymns  of  praise  repeating, 
While  in  the  Sabbath-school. 

Shout  and  sing,  &c. 


18  LEE  AVENUE   QOLLECTION. 

3  'Tis  here  we  join  in  singing 
The  songs  of  love  redeeming, 
Our  little  offerings  bringing, 
Hosannas  to  our  King. 

Shout  and  sing,  &c. 

4  Our  teachers  we'll  remember ; 
Ten  thousand  thanks  we  render, 
For  thoughts  of  us  so  tender, 
"While  in  the  Sabbath-schooL 

Shout  and  sing,  &c. 

5  But  ah  !  life's  sunny  morning 
With  all  its  sweets  adorning, 
Like  early  blossoms  falling, 
Will  soon  have  passed  away. 

Shout  and  sing,  &c. 

6  Then  may  we  all  remember 
To  strive  our  hearts  to  render, 
While  now  so  young  and  tender, 
To  Christ,  our  heavenly  King 

Shout  and  sing.  &c. 


19.  My  own  Loved  Sabbath-School.  P.  IVL 

Biadbury'B  S.  S.  Choir,  U3. 

1  A  WELCOME  light, 
^  That  rises  bright 
Upon  the  Sabbath  day, 

I  hail  thy  gleam ; 

Thy  golden  beam. 
Shall  guide  my  cheerful  way, 

To  Sabbath -school, 

To  Sabbath-school, 
Our  own  loved  Sabbath-school. 


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On  frosty  dawn 

Of  winter's  morn, 
"When  earth  is  wrapped  in  snow, 

Or  summer  breeze 

Plays  round  the  trees, 
To  Sabbatli-scbool  I'll  go — 

To  Sabbath-school, 

To  Sabbath-school, 
My  own  loved  Sabbath  school. 

In  class  I  meet, 

With  friends  I  greet. 
At  time  of  morning  prayer ; 

Our  hearts  we  raise 

In  hymns  of  praise — 
'Tis  always  pleasant  there; 

At  Sabbath-school, 

At  Sabbath-school, 
Our  own  loved  Sabbath-school. 

May  dews  of  grace 

Fill  this  dear  place. 
And  sunshine  never  fail 

"While  each  sweet  rose 

"W'luch  memory  knows, 
Shall  sweet  perlume  exhale — 

In  Sabbath-school, 

In  Sabbath-school, 
Our  own  loved  Sabbath-schooL 

Father  in  heaven  I 
To  us  'tis  given 

To  learn  thy  wondrous  grace ; 
Spirit  of  Love  1 
Bend  from  above. 

And  mav  we  seek  thy  face- 
In  Sabbath-school,  &c. 


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iJO.  Love  for  the  Simdaj^-Scliool.  P.  M. 

Buys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Booi,  5 

1  I  LOVE  the  Sund:iy-schcol, 

And  on  that  holy  day 
My  heart  is  often  full, 

When  I  attempt  to  pray. 
With  earl}'  st  ps  I  come, 

To  iiieec  my  teacher  dear, 
Leaving  my  liappy  home, 

To  seek  instruction  here. 

2  I  love  the  Sunday-school, 

The  precious  volume,  too, 
Which  is  the  only  rule 

To  teach  me  what  to  do; 
Within  it  I  behold 

The  rays  of  Gospel  light, 
Eicher  than  gems  of  gold, 

And  more  divinely  bright 

3  I  love  the  Sunday-school, 

And  wish  that  every  child 
Would  here  his  name  enrol, 

No  more  be  rude  and  wild ; 
Wasting  his  precious  time. 

Spending  his  idle  breath, 
In  folly  or  in  crime. 

Along  the  road  to  death. 

i  I  love  the  Sunday-school, 

And  wish  that  all  the  earth 
Might  know,  from  pole  to  pole, 

Its  influence  and  worth  ; 
And  may  God  give  me  grace, 

A  Saviour's  name  to  love — 
To  see  his  smiling  face, 

In  mansions  blest  above. 


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21. 


Gladly  Meeting.  P.  M. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  5t 

A L ALLY  meeting, 
^  Kindlj  greeting, 

On  this  lovely  Sabbath  day; 
Sinful  thoughts  are  all  forsaken, 
Every  scat  in  quiet  taken, 
Let  each  heart  to  God  awaken, 

"While  wo  sing  and  pray. 

Gladly  meeting. 
Kindly  greeting, 
School-mates,  teachers,  all  are  hero ; 
Some  are  listening,  some  presiding. 
Some  the  lessons  are  providing, 
Some  the  infmt  mind  are  guiding, 
Filled  with  holy  tear. 


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3  Gladly  meeting, 
Kindly  greeting, 

Let  us  all  unite  in  heart. 
While  the  throne  we're  all  addressing 
And  our  sinful  wr.js  confessing. 
Let  us  seek  a  heavenl}^  blessing, 

Ere  we  hence  depart. 

4  Gladly  meeting, 
Kindly  greeting, 

As  each  Sabbath  sliall  return, 
May  our  minds  by  study  brighten. 
May  our  aspirations  heighten. 
And  may  grace  our  souls  enlighten, 

While  we  strive  to  learn. 


0' 


22.  oil !  come,  let  us  Sing.  P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymna,  Vt, 

|H !  come,  let  us  sing ! 

Our  youthful  hearts  now  swelling, 
To  God  above,  a  God  of  love — 

Oh  !  come,  let  us  sing! 
Our  joyful  spirits,  glad  and  free, 
With  high  emotions  rise  to  thee, 
In  heaveul}'-  melody — 

Oh!  come,  let  us  sing! 

The  full  notes  prolong,  ' 

Our  festal  celebrating, 
We  hail  the  day  with  cheerful  lay, 

And  full  notes  prolong. 
Both  cheerful  youth  and  silvery  age, 
And  childhood  pure,  the  gay,  the  sage, 
These  trilUng  scenes  engage, 

Full  notes  to  prolong. 


LEE   AVEXUE   COLLECTION'.  ! 

Oh!  swell,  swell  the  soug, 
His  praises  oft  repeating : 
His  Son  he  gave  our  souls  to  save — 

Oh  !  swell,  swell  the  soug. 
The  humble  hearts  devotion  bring 
Whence  gusiiing  streams  of  love  do  spring, 
And  make  the  welkin  rirsg 

"With  sweet-swelling  song. 

We'll  chant,  chant  his  praise — 
Our  lofty  strains  now  blending; 
A  tribute  bring  to  Christ  our  King, 

And  chant,  chant  his  praise ! 
Our  Saviour,  Prince,  was  crucified, 
'"Tis  finished,"  then  he  meekly  cried, 
And  bowed  his  head  and  died — 

Then  chant,  chant  his  praise  1 

AT  full  chorus  join. 
To  Jesus  condescending 
To  bless  our  race  with  heavenly  grace, 

All  full  chorus  join  ! 
To  God.  whose  mercy  on  us  smiled, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  reconciled 
By  Christ,  the  meek  and  mild, 

All  full  chorus  join. 


<5.  Song  of  Praiss.  P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  64. 

pOME,  let  US  sweetly  sing,  join  in  full  chorus, 
^  Praise  to  the  mighty  King,  Him  who  reigneth 

o'er  us ; 
Once  he,  a  little  child,  gentle  and  lowly, 
Taught  us  how  we  should  live,  loving,  pure,  and 

lowly. 


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i  Hail !  bail  to  Him  who  once  slept  in  a  manger, 
Wandered  fro  in   place  to  place,  homeless  and  a 

str;mger ; 
Suffered  and  died  for  us — oh!  wondrous  story  1 
Suffered  that   wo  mijjht  all  dwell  with   him  in 

glory. 

3  0  thou  who  once   did  hear  childrou  when  sing- 

in  o:, 
Thou  who  didst  sweetly  say,  Suffer  ye  their  bring- 
in;  v; 
From  thy  brig-ht  home  above  graciously  bending, 
List  to  ooi' joyful  songs,  gratetully  ascending. 

4  Bo  thou  our  guard  and  guide,  grant  us  thy  Spirit, 
Own  us   as   thine  at  last,    through   thy  perfect 

merit, 
Then  shall  we  sweetly  sing  in  angelic  chorus, 
Praise  evermore  to  him  who   shall  there   reign 

o'er  us. 


WE  CO 
To 


24.  "We  corns,  we  come."  C.  P.  KL 

Bradbury'a  S.  S.  Choir,  «. 

come,  we  come  in  joyous  train, 
sing  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name, 
And  high  our  voices  raise. 
He  that  redeemed  our  fallen  race, 
And  saves  us  by  his  sovereign  grace, 
Demands  our  highest  praise. 

2  0  Jesus !  thou  exalted  King, 
To  thee  our  offering  now  we  bring: 

May  we  our  tongues  employ 
To  swell  the  song  of  dying  love. 
Which  ransomed  souls  now  sing  above, 

While  heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 


LEE  AYENCE   COLLECTION.  3& 

3  Thou  blessed  Lamb  that  once  v/as  slain, 
Who  bore  the  cross,  endured  its  pain, 

And  died  on  Calv'ry's  hill : 
We  hail  thee  as  the  rising  Lord, 
Who  came  according  to  thy  word, 

To  do  thy  Father's  will. 

4  Then  shout  aloud  in  joyful  strains, 
'Tis  Jesus  Christ  forever  reigns, 

High  on  his  throne  above ; 
And  may  the  heavenly  choirs  on  high. 
Send  back  the  echo  in  reply, 

To  this  our  song  of  love. 


"Joyful  Hearts."      .  C.  P.  M. 

Brsidb.iry's  S.  S.  Choir,  9T. 

1  WITH  joyful  hearts  again  ve  sing 

'      The  praises  of  our  Saviour  King, 
And  high  our  voices  raise ; 
We  bless  the  Lord  that  v/e  were  born, 
In  school  to  meet  each  Sabbath  morn, 
To  chant  our  youtliful  lays. 

2  Another  week  has  rolled  around. 
And  in  sweet  union  here  we're  found  ; 

To  God  the  glory  give. 
For  all  the  means  that  he  hath  given, 
That  we  miay  learn  the  way  to  heaven, 

And  with  him  ever  live. 

3  To  Sunday-school  we  love  to  go. 
And  while  we  dwell  on  earth  below, 

Our  Sunday-school  we'll  bless ; 
Dear  teaeliers.  too,  we  love  them  well 
For  they  of  heavenly  tidings  tell. 

And  endless  happuiess. 


^  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

4  For  us  our  Saviour  shed  his  blood  ; 
He  feeds  our  souls  with  heavenly  food, 

He  gives  us  life  and  breath ; 
He  sends  his  Spirit  from  above, 
To  draw  us  with  his  cords  of  love, 

And  save  our  souls  from  death. 

5  Our  heavenly  Father  we  adore  1 
His  gracious  presence  we  implore 

Upon  our  youthful  band  ; 
Oh !  that  his  word  may  make  us  wise, 
And  lead  to  bliss  beyond  tlie  skies, 

To  dwell  at  his  right  hand. 


26.  "Sing  His  Prais3."  P.M. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  CX 

1  WOULD  you  be  as  angels  are  ? 

''      Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise; 
"Would  you  banish  every  care  ? 

Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise  ; 
Like  the  lark  upon  the  wing, 
Like  the  warbling  bird  of  spring, 
Like  the  crystal  spheres  that  ring  7 

Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise. 

2  If  the  world  upon  you  frown, 

Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise  ; 
If  you're  left  to  sing  alone, 

Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise ; 
If  sad  trials  come  to  you, 
As  to  every  one  they  do. 
For  that  they  are  blessings,  too, 

Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise. 


27. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  2T 

Jubilee.  P.  U. 

Anniversary  Ilymns,  U, 

1  TTERE  we  throng  to  praise  the  Lord : 

Listen  now,  hsten  now, 
Here  we  tlironq;  to  praise  the  Lord, 

"With  our  infiint  laj's. 
He  wlio  once  lay  in  a  manger, 
Xow  enthroned,  our  blest  Redeemer, 
"With  a  father's  love  has  said, 

He'd  accept  our  praise. 

2  "  Let  young  children  come  to  me, " 

Jesus  said,  Jesus  said, 
"Let  young  children  come  to  me, 

And  forbid  them  not. 
For  of  such,''  the  Saviour  told  them, 
"  Is  composed  my  heavenly  kingdom." 
"^'hat  a  rapturous  thought  it  is, 

Christ  forgets  us  not. 

3  Let  us  love,  and  now  adore ; 

Love  him  now,  love  him  now. 
Let  us  love,  and  now  adore, 

In  our  youthful  strength. 
Let  us  never  grieve  our  Saviour, 
Who  hath  died  to  win  us  favor. 
Ah  !  this  thought  should  melt  our  heart* 

Children's  heart  can  melt. 

4  But  we'll  have  a  joyous  song, 

Joyou5  song,  joyous  song ; 
But  we'll  have  a  joyous  song 

For  our  jubilee. 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever; 
This  will  make  us  joyous  ever. 
Saviour,  hear  this  praise  to  thee, 

"Who  remembered  me. 


38  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

28.  Song  of  Cliiiaren.  8s,  7s,  &  4& 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  4& 

1  AXCE  was  heard  the  song  of  children 
^     By  the  Saviour  when  on  earth ; 
Joyful  in  the  sacred  temple, 

Shouts  of  youthful  praise  had  birth; 

And  iiosannas, 

And  hosannas 
Loud  to  David's  Son  broke  forth. 

2  Palms  of  victory  strewn  around  him, 

Garments  spread  beneath  his  feet ; 

Prophet  nf  the  Lord  they  crowned  him, 

In  fair  -alem's  crowded  street, 

While  hosannas, 

Wliilc  hosannas 

From  the  lips  of  children  greet. 

2  Blessed  Saviour !  now  triumphant, 

Gloriiied  and  throned  on  high! 

Mortal  lays  from  man  or  infant 

Vain  to  tell  thy  praise  essay; 

But  hosannas, 

But  hosannas 

Swell  the  churns  of  the  sky. 

4  God  o'er  all !  in  heaven  reigning, 
We  this  day  thy  glory  sing ; 
Not  with  palms  tliy  pathway  strewing^— 
We  would  loftier  tribute  brmg — 
Glad  hosannas, 
Glad  hosannas 
To  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 


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3  Oh  !  though  humble  is  our  offering, 
Deign  accept  our  grateful  lays  ; 
These  irom  children  once  proceeding 
Thou  didst  deem  perlected  praise ; 
Now  hosauias, 
Now  hosaunas, 
Saviom*,  Lord,  to  thee  we  raise. 

29.  "To  Thee,  0  Blessed  Saviour."        73&Si. 

Braiburj's  S.  S.  Choir,  IS. 

1  TO  thee,  0  blessed  Saviour ! 

-*■      Our  grateful  songs  we  raise ; 
Oh !  tune  our  hearts  and  voices, 

Thy  holy  name  to  praise. 
'Tis  by  thy  sov'reign  mercy 

"We're  here  allowed  to  meet, 
To  join  with  friends  and  teachers, 

Thy  blessing  to  entreat. 

2  Lord  !  guide  and  bless  our  teachers, 

AVho  labor  lor  our  good  ; 
And  may  the  holy  Scriptures 

By  us  be  understood ; 
Oh !  may  our  hearts  be  given 

To  thee,  our  glorious  King, 
That  we  may.  meet  in  heaven. 

Thy  praises  there  to  sing. 

3  And  may  the  precious  Gospel 

Be  published  all  abroad, 
Till  the  benighted  heathen 

Shall  know  and  serve  the  Lord — 
Till  o'er  the  wide  creation 

The  rays  of  truth  shall  shine, 
And  nations  now  in  darkness 

Arise  to  light  divine. 


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30.  "  We're  a  Happy  Band."  7s  &  8s. 

1  WE'RE  a  happy,  happy  band, 

''^      Children  of  a  Christian  landl 
"With  the  Bible  for  our  guide, 
"With  our  teachers  at  our  side, 
With  God's  smile  upon  our  hearts, 
And  the  peace  his  grace  imparts 
Shining  on  our  pathway  ever — 
What  from  happiness  can  sever 
This  thrice  happy,  happy  band, 
Cliildren  of  a  Christian  land  ? 

2  Oh !  yes  we're  a  happy  band, 
Smiling  friends  on  every  hand; 
Words  of  peace  and  songs  of  joy 
All  our  Sabbath  hours  employ; 
Even  in  our  infant  days 

Hymn  we  our  Redeemer's  praise; 
And  these  walls  with  echoes  ringing, 
Tell  of  Sunday  scholars  singing; 
We're  a  happy,  happy  band, 
Children  of  a  Christian  laud. 

3  But  we'll  be  a  happier  band 
When  we  reach  tliat  better  landl 
When  in  robes  of  spotless  white,       • 
Clothed  in  glory,  bathed  in  light, 
Drinking  from  the  fount  of  joy 
Ceaseless  bliss  without  alloy — 

With  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  I 

Heaven's  bright  glory  we  inherit—  | 

Oh !  we'll  be  a  happy  band, 
Angels  in  that  better  land. 


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Opening  Hymn.  C.  M.  Donble. 

Bradbtirj-'s  S.  S.  Choir,  80. 

XJOTV  pleasant  here  again  to  meet ! 

How  joyful  thus  to  raise 
Our  tuneful  notes,  in  songs  so  sweet, 

To  our  Redeemer's  praise. 
To  us  he  has  been  ever  kind ; 

Oh  !  blessed  be  his  name  ! 
He  bears  us  still  upon  his  mind, 

His  love  remains  the  same, 

His  love  remains  the  same ; 
He  bears  us  still  upon  his  mind. 

His  love  remains  the  same. 

Then  let  us  strive,  while  we  have  breatn, 

His  precepts  to  obey; 
For  soon  the  solemn  hour  of  death 

Will  summon  us  away  ; 
The  dear  delights  we  now  enjoy 

"Will  then  have  passed  away ; 
But  heaven  affords  more  sweet  employ, 

Through  one  eternal  day. 

Through  one  ete/'nal  day; 
But  heaven  affords  more  sweet  employ 

Through  one  eternal  day. 

To  our  dear  fi'iends  assembled  here 

A  debt  of  love  we  owe, 
For  acts  of  kindness  year  by  year, 

Which  they  on  us  bestow ; 
May  God  in  mercy  bless  them  all, 

With  hope,  and  joy,  and  peace. 
And  with  us  meet  when  he  shall  call 

Where  pleasures  never  cease. 

Where  pleasures  never  cease, 
And  with  us  meet  when  he  shall  call 

Where  pleasure?  never  cease. 


32  LEE  AYENUE  COLLECTION. 

32.        Who  shall  sing  if  not  the  Children  1   83  &  7& 

Linden  Harp,  tX 

1  WHO  sJiall  sing,  if  ti'.t  the  children? 

'*      Did  not  Jesus  die  for  them  ? 
May  they  not,  with  other  jewels, 

Sparklo  in  his  diadem? 
Why  to  them  were  voices  given — 

Bird-like  voices,  sweet  and  clear — 
Why,  unless  tlie  song  of  heaven 

They  begin  to  practise  here  ? 

2  There's  a  choir  of  infant  songsters. 

White-robed,  round  the  Saviour's  throne ; 
Angels  cease,  and  waiting,  listen  1 

Oh  !  'tis  sweeter  than  their  own  ! 
Faith  can  hear  the  rapturous  choral, 

When  her  ear  is  upward  turned ; 
Is  it  not  the  same,  perfected, 

Which  upon  the  earth  they  learned? 

3  Jesus,  when  on  earth  sojourning, 

Loved  them  with  a  wondrous  love; 
^  And  will  he,  to  heaven  returning. 

Faithless  to  his  blessing  prove  ? 
Oh  I  they  can  not  sing  too  early  I 

Fathers,  stand  not  in  their  way ! 
Birds  sing  while  the  day  is  breaking — 

Tell  me,  then,  why  should  not  they  t 


33.  Children  praising  Jesus.  8s  &  7s 

Linden  tlarp,  IZt, 

I  TTERE  we  throng  to  praise  the  Si^^iour, 
-*-^     Cheerfully  our  voices  raise ; 
He  who  died  for  our  behavior 
Savs  he  will  accept  our  praise. 


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Hinder  not  tlie  young:  from  coming, 

For  of  such  the  Saviour  said 
Is  composed  my  heavenly  kingdom — 

'Tis  a  rapturous  thought  indeed. 

2  Let  us  love  him  and  adore  hira, 

In  our  days  of  feeble  youth ; 
May  we  ever  walk  before  him 

In  the  i,d()riou3  piths  of  truth. 
Let  us  never  grieve  the  Saviour, 

Who  lia^i  died  our  souls  to  win ; 
Let  us  ever  seek  liis  favor. 

Shunning  all  the  paths  of  sin. 

3  If  our  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

We  may  read  our  titles  clear 
To  eternal  joy  in  heaven, 

Far  beyond  this  earthly  sphere; 
In  that  blest  abode  of  glory. 

We  may  join  the  ang.l  throng, 
Jesus'  love  shall  be  the  story 

Of  our  never-ending  song. 


H 


Hosannali.  P.  M, 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  S«. 

OSAXNAH!  hosannah! 

Hosannah  !  be  our  cheerful  song, 

To  Christ  our  Saviour  King; 
His  praise  to  whom  we  all  belong, 

Let  all  unite  and  sing 
Hosannah!  hosannah! 

Let  all  unite  and  sing. 


34  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Hosannah !  hosannah ! 

Hosannah  !  here  in  joyful  lays 

Let  old  and  young  proclaim, 
And  hail  with  voices,  hearts,  and  hands, 

The  Son  of  David's  name  ; 
Hosannah  1  hosannah ! 

The  Son  of  David's  name. 

6  Hosannah  !  hosannah  I 

Hosannah  1  sound  from  hill  to  hill, 

And  spread  from  plain  to  plain, 
While  louder,  sweeter,  clearer  still, 

"Woods  echo  to  the  strain ; 
Hosannah!  hosannah! 

Woods  echo  to  the  strain. 

4  Hosannah !  hosannah  ! 

Hosannah!  on  the  wings  of  light 

Oer  earth  and  ocean  fly, 
Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night, 

And  heaven  to  earth  reply 
Hosannah!  hosannah! 

And  heaven  to  earth  reply. 


35.  Sing  Praises.  P.  JH 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  lOL 

1    IN  the  rosy  light  of  the  morning  bright, 
.  Lift  the  voice  of  praise  on  high, 
Prom  the  lips  of  youth,  to  the  God  of  truth. 
Let  the  joyful  echoes  fly. 
Sing  praises,  glad  praises, 
Sing,  children,  sing. 
Let  your  songs  arise,  to  the  lofty  skies, 
And  exult  in  God  our  King.' 


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2  As  he  looked  in  love  from  the  world  abovfv, 

Our  distresses  filled  his  eye  ; 
And,  a  world  to  save,  his  own  Son  he  gave, 
On  the  bloody  tree  to  die. 
Sing  praises,  &c. 

3  Let  his  praise  be  spread,  for  the  Lamb  who  bled 

To  deliver  us  from  woe ; 
He  endured  the  cross,  the  disgrace,  the  loss: 
Let  his  praise  forever  flowl 
Slug  praises,  &c. 

4  Now,  exalted  high  o'er  the  earth  and  sky, 

He  delicrhts  in' mercy  still ; 
Bends  hisVacious  car,  our  requests  to  hear, 
And  our  longing  souls  to  fill. 
Sing  praises,  «fcc. 

5  On  the  cross  he  hung  for  the  old  and  young, 

But  he  loves  the  children  best ; 
To  his  arm  we'll  fly,  on  his  grace  rely, 
And  secure  his  promised  rest. 
Sing  praises,  &c. 


36.  Scholar's  Song.  8g,7s,  &43, 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Melodies,  113. 

1  TEACHERS,  here  we  meet  together, 
J-     On  this  holy  Sabbath-day ; 
Oh  !  we  feel  a  sacred  pleasure, 
When  we  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 
Saviour  hear  us, 
Saviour  hear  us, 
"While  we  raise  our  grateful  lay. 


S6  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Once  Judea's  parents  brought  thee 
Inlants  smiling  on  their  arms; 

For  thy  blessing  they  besouglit  thee, 
Wlieii  they  saw  thy  gracious  charina 

Krieucl  of  children, 

Friend  of  children, 
How  he  clasped  them  in  his  arras, 

3  Now  he  sits  in  yonder  heaven, 
Khidly  1  lidding  us  to  come; 

If  our  hearts  to  him  are  given, 
There  we'll  sing  a  sweeter  song: 

We  will  praise  him, 

V.  e  will  praise  him, 
When  we  join  the  happy  throng. 

4  May  we  meet  each  faithful  teacher, 
On  tliat  bright  and  flowery  plrin; 
With  our  parents  and  kind  prtacher, 
There  in  bliss  for  aye  to  r^iga : 

And  the  glory, 
And  the  g^err, 
"We'll  ascribe  to  Jesus'  name. 


37.  A  youtliful  Company  we  m38t.  P.  K, 

Suaday-School  liarmoiriat,  tt. 

'OUTHFUL  company  we  meet, 
ur  songs  (  f  praises  to  r  pe:it, 
And  pay  our  homage  at  the  feet 

Uf  Jesus  Christ,  the  children's  friend. 


AT 


He  bids  us  come — and  lo !  we  stand, 
As  volunteers  a  youthful  band — 
We  come — we  come,  at  his  command, 
To  be  his  faithful  followers. 


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3  "  Give  me  thy  heart,"  we  hear  hhn  saj— 
Lord,  we  thy  mandate  will  obey; 

We  come — to  tread  the  narrow  way, 
A  youthful  army  for  the  Lord. 

4  We  wait  not  till  time's  chilUhg:  flight 
Hath  quenched  our  youthful  spirits'  might; 
No  I  no — we  come,  and  now  unite 

To  join  the  soldiers  of  heaven. 

5  Now,  now — ere  our  resolve  should  fail, 
For  luring  wiles  will  us  assail, 

We  come,  we  come — ere  they  prevail, 
To  take  the  armor  of  thy  word. 

6  Tis  here  we  learn  these  arms  to  bear. 
Trained  up   and   disciplined  with  care, 
We  come — arrayed  in  these  we'll  dare 

To  svrell  the  victor's  triumph  song. 

T.  Here,  here — may  many  an  arm  rise, 
Well  s]dll:d  in  warfare  for  the  skies, 
A.nd  come  with  us  to  take  the  prizo 
Of  life  eternal  in  the  heavens. 


38.  Come,  and  Sing".  83&7i 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Chclr,  M 

1  POME,  and  sing  with  joy  and  gladness, 
^     Elevate  your  heart  in  praise  ; 
Come,  dismiss  all  gloom  and  sadness, 

High  your  songs  exalting  raise  ; 
With  the  angel  clioirs  uniting. 

Sing  of  Jesus'  wondrous  love; 
•Tis  a  subject  so  delighting. 

ThrilliDg  all  tlie  harps  abova 


3^  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Come,  and  sweetly  tune  your  voices, 

Eaise  them  to  a  lofty  strain ; 
Sing  aloud,  while  heaven  rejoices, 

Shout !  for  Jesas  comes  to  reign : 
Glory  !  h^ar  the  angels  crying. 

Glory  to  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
Shall  not  children,  with  them  vying 

Here  on  earth  his  praise  proclaim? 

3  Yes !  it  was  the  Saviour's  pleasure, 

That  they  should  not  hold  their  peace ; 
And  his  blessings  without  measure, 

He  bestowed  on  such  as  these : 
Then  to  heaven  high  ascending 

Shall  our  anthems  quickly  rise ; 
With  angelic  voices  blending 

Far  above  yon  azure  skies. 


39.  JoyfuUy!  Joyfully!  lOi. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  136. 

1  TOTFULLT,  joyfully,  onward  we  move, 

^     Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above, 
Jesus,  our  Saviour,  in  mercy  says,  come. 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home. 
Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  below, 
Soon  to  the  presence  of  God  we  shall  go; 
Then,  if  to  Jesus  our  hearts  have  been  given, 
Joyfull}',  joyfully  rest  we  in  heaven. 

2  Teachers  and  scholars  have  passed  on  before, 
"Waiting,  they  watch  us  approaching  the  shore, 
Singing  to  cheer  us,  while  passing  along, 
Joyially,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home. 


LEE  AYENTE   COLLECTION.  39 

Sounds  of  sweet  music  there  ravish  the  ear, 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  strains  we  shall  hear, 
Filling  with  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  Jesus,  we  come. 

Death  with  his  arrow  may  soon  lay  us  low. 
Safe  in  our  Saviour  we  fear  not  the  blow ; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  we  go  home. 
Bright  Vv'ili  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  conquered,  his  sceptre  be  gone. 
Over  the  plains  of  sweet  Canaan  we'll  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


40.  Children  Sing.  7& 

Anniversarv  Hrnuu,  IS. 

1  pHTLDREX  of  Jerusalem, 

^  Sang  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name, 
Children  too,  of  modern  days, 
Join  to  sing  the  Saviour's  praise. 

Cheerfully,  joyfully  we  will  sing 
Loud  hosannahs  to  our  King  1 

2  We  are  taught  to  love  the  Lord, 
"We  are  taught  to  read  his  word, 
We  are  taught  the  way  to  heaven  • 
Praise  for  aU  to  God  be  given ; 

Cheerfully,  &c. 

3  Parents,  teachers,  old  and  youn^ 
All  unite  to  swell  the  song, 
Higher  and  yet  higher  rise. 

Till  hosannahs  reach  the  skies. 
Cheerfully,  &c. 


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41.  "The  Sible!  the  Bible!"  Ill 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  52. 

1  THE  Bible !  the  Bible,  more  precious  than  gold, 
-*■    The  hopes  and  the  glories  its  pages  unfold; 
It  speaks  of  a  Saviour  and  tells  of  his  love ; 

It  shows  us  the  way  to  the  mansions  above. 

2  The  Bible  1  the  Bible  !  blest  volume  of  truth. 
How  sweetly  it  smiles  on  the  season  of  youth! 
It  bids  us  seek  early  the  pearl  of  great  price, 
Ere  th'  heart  is  enslaved  in  the  bondage  of  vice. 

i>  The  Bible !  the  Bible !  we  hail  it  with  joy, 

Its  truths  and  its  glories  our  tongues  shall  employ; 
We'll  sing  of  its  triumphs,  we'll  tell  of  its  worth, 
And  send  its  glad  tidings  afar  o'er  the  earth. 

4  The  Bible !  the  Bible !  the  valleys  shall  ring, 
And  hill-tops  reech.o  the  notes  that  we  sing; 
Our  banners,  inscribed  with  its  precepts  and  nilee^ 
Shall  long  wave  m  triumph,  the  joy  of  our  schools. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  41 


The  Precious  Bible.  P.  It 

Anniversary  Hysuu,  1 

1  WHAT  is  it  shows  my  soul  the  way 

"    To  realms  of  everlasting  day; 
And  tells  the  danger  of  delay  ? 

It  is  the  precious  Bible. 

2  "What  teaches  me  I'm  bound  to  love 
The  glorious  God  who  reigns  above, 
And  that  I  may  his  goodness  prove  ? 

It  is  the  precious  Bible. 

3  What  is  it  gives  my  spirit  rest, 

"When  with  flic  cares  of  earth  oppressed, 
iffltd  points  to  regions  of  the  blest  ? 
It  is  the  precious  Bible. 

4  What  tells  me  that  I  soon  must  die, 
And  to  the  throne  of  judgment  fly, 
To  meet  the  great  Jehovah's  eye  ? 

It  is  the  precious  Bible. 

5  Oh  I  may  this  treasure  ever  be 
The  best  of  all  on  earth  to  me. 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see 

In  this  the  precious  Bible  1 


The  Tree  of  Life.  P.  It 

Anniversary  HyniBs,  SO. 

AN"  a  hill  stands  a  beautiful  tree, 
Its  fruit  is  all  golden  and  fair, 
And  its  shades  and  its  treasures  are  free 
For  all  who  may  thither  repair : 


42  LEB   AVEXUE   COLLECTION. 

Its  leaves  ever  green  do  not  die, 
Its  flovrers  witli  fragrance  abound, 
■  Its  splendor  enraptures  the  eye, 
Its  branches  with  music  resound. 

2  Though  thousands  by  night  and  by  day 

Have  feasted  and  gathered  in  store, 
Have  borne  its  rich  bounties  away, 

Its  fullness  remains  evermore : 
Oh  I  what  is  its  name  ?  who  can  tell  ? 

And  the  hill — where,  oh  I  where  can  it  bo  ? 
By  thy  side  I  will  haste  me  to  dwell, 

0  wonderful,  beautitul  tree  1 

3  On  Zion's  fair  mount  yftu  behold 

Its  form  in  bright  grandeur  arise; 
There  glitter  its  green  and  its  gold, 

There  lifts  its  tall  head  to  the  skies ; 
Twas  planted  by  Infinite  Love, 

From  the  hills  everlasting  it  came, 
Truth  Eterxal,  they  call  it  above ; 

But.  Bible,  on  earth,  is  its  name. 


44.       WeUl  not  give  up  the  Bible!    C.  M.  Double 

Anniversary  Hymns,  ]i. 

1  WE  won't  give  up  the  Bible, 
''    God's  holy  book  of  truth, 
The  blessed  staff  of  hoary  age, 
":         The  guide  of  early  youth. 

The  lamp  which  sheds  a  glorious  light 

O'er  every  dreary  road, 
The  voice  which  speaks  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  leads  us  home  to  God, 

We  won't  give  up  the  Bible, 
God's  holy  book  of  truth. 


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2  We  won't  g-ive  up  the  Bible, 

For  it  alouo  cnn  tell 
The  way  to  save  our  ruined  souls 

From  being  sent  to  heil. 
And  it  alone  can  tell  us  how 

We  c;in  have  hopes  of  heaven — 
That  through  the  Saviour's  precious  blood 

Our  sins  m.iy  be  forgiven. 

We  won't  give  up  the  Bible,  &c. 

3  "We  won't  give  up  the  Bible  ; 

But  if  ye  force  away 
What  is  as  our  own  life-blood  dear, 

We  still  with  joy  could  s;iy  : 
"  The  words  that  we  have  learned  while  young 

Shall  Ibllow  all  our  days: 
For  they're  engraven  on  our  hearts, 

And  still  shall  guida  our  ways." 

We  won't  give  up  the  Bible,  &c 

4  We  won't  give  up  the  Bible — 

Well  sh(jut  it  far  and  wide, 
Until  the  echo  shall  be  heard 

Be3-i)nd  the  rolling  tide  ; 
Till  all  shall  know  that  we,  though  young, 

Withstand  each  treach'rous  art ; 
And  that  from  God's  own  sacred  word 

We'll  never,  never  part  I 

We  won't  give  up  the  Bible,  &c. 


44  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION". 

45.  Thank  God  for  the  Bible.  P.  M. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  16. 

1  THAXK  God  for  the  Bible !  'tis  there  that  we 
-*■  find 

The  story  of  Christ  and  his  love — 
How  he  came  down  to  earth  from  his  beautifuli 
home, 
In  the  mansions  of  glory  above  ; 

Thanks  to  him  we  will  bring, 
Praise  to  him  we  will  sing. 
For  he  cam.e  down  to  earth,  &c. 

2  Wliile  he  lived  on  this  earth,  to  the  sick  and  tho 

blind, 
And  to  mourners  his  blessings  were  given ; 
And  he  said  let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me, 
For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven, 
Jesus  calls  us  to  come, 
He's  prepared  us  a  home. 
For  he  said  let  the  little  ones  come,  &c 

3  In  the  Bible  we  read  of  a  beautiful  land, 

Where  sorrow  and  pain  never  come  ; 
For  Jesus  is  there  with  a  heavenly  baud, 
And  'tis  there  he's  prepared  us  a  home. 
Jesus  calls,  shall  we  stay  ? 
No  !  we'll  gladly  obey, 
For  Jesus  is  there  with  a  heavenly  band,  &c. 

i  Thank  God  for  the  Bible !  its  truths  o'er  the  earth 
"We'll  scatter  with  a  bountiful  hand ; 
But  we  never  can  tell  what  a  Bible  is  worth, 
Till  we  go  to  that  beautiful  land ; 


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There  our  thanks  we  will  bring, 
There  with  angels  we'll  sing, 
And  its  worth  we  can  tell,  when  with  Jesus  wo 
dwell, 
In  heaven — that  beautiful  land. 


46,  Oh !  send  forth  the  Bible.  lis- 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  112, 

1  AH!   send  forth  the  Bible,  more  precious    than 
^         gold ; 

Let  no  one  presume  the  blest  gift  to  withhold ; 
It  speaks  to  all  nations  in  language  so  plain, 
That  he  who  will  read  it,  true  wisdom  may  gain. 

2  It  points  us  to  heaven,  where  the  righteous  will 

go; 
It  warns  us  to  shun  the  dark  regions  of  woe ; 
It  shows  us  tlie  evil  and  danger  of  sin, 
And  opens  a  fountain  for  cleansing  within. 

3  It  tells  us  of  One  who  is  mighty  to  save, 

"Who  died  on  the  cross,  and  arose  from  the  grave; 
Who  dwellcth  on  high,  in  that  holy  abode, 
Interceding  for  man,  with  a  pardoning  Goi 

4  It  tells  us  that  all  will  awake  from  the  tomb  ; 
Bids  sinners  reflect  on  a  judgment  to  come  ; 
It  tells  us  that  mansions  of  bliss  are  prepared, 
The  hope  of  believers,  their  glorious  award. 

5  Oh !  who  would  neglect  such  a  volume  as  this, 
That  warns  us  from  danger,  invites  us  to  bliss  ? 
Send  forth  the  blest  Bible,  earth's  regions  around, 
Wherever  the  footsteps  of  man  shall  be  found. 


46  LEE  ATEXUE   COLLECTION. 

47.         The  Bible  and  the  Sunday-School.        C.  M- 

Brii-lbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  10. 

1  THE  Sunday-school!  the  Sunday-school f 

Ulest  bo  the  wondrous  i)lau  ! 
So  strong  its  power,  so  frau  j:ht  with  love, 
Descending  down  to  man  ! 
.  The  Bible  and  the  Sundaj'-chool 
Our  bulwarK  firm  shall  be, 
To  guard  our  rights,  maintain  our  laws, 
Preserve  our  hberty. 

2  The  blessed  Bible  !  we'll  maintain 

Our  charter  and  our  shield — 
Its  precepts  and  its  promises 

Unfettered  sway  shall  wield: 
"With  freeb^rn  minds,  and  bounding  heart*?, 

We  prize  its  sacred  truth, 
For  comfort  in  declining  years — 

Our  guide  in  early  youth. 

3  0  holy  book  I  0  happy  day  I 

May  unborn  millions  stand, 
Surrounded  by  these  bulwarks  strong, 

Throughout  this  hippy  land : 
Nor  tyrant's  rod,  nor  despot's  power, 

Deprive  us  of  our  right 
To  serve  our  country  and  our  God 

In  freedom's  blessed  light.  jk 

4  And  when  we  stand  on  Zion's  heights^ 

Li  yon  bright  world  above, 
"Where  golden  harps  are  sounding  forth 

Tht»  Saviour's  dying  love — 
The  Bible  and  the  Sunday-school 

Our  aithems  still  shall  be, 
For  they  have  led  our  wand'ring  feet^ 

0  Lord  I  to  heaven  and  thee. 


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,  Treasures  of  the  Bible. 

AH  I  never  on  this  holy  Book 
^  With  careless,  cold  indifference  look : 
If  thou  art  sad,  come  here  and  find 
A  balm  to  soothe  and  cheer  the  mind ; 
If  thou  art  merry,  here  are  songs 
Fit  to  be  sung  by  angel  tongues : 
If  thou  art  rich  in  things  of  earth, 
Learn  here  thy  wealth  is  nothing  worth; 
If  thou  art  poor,  this  precious  mine 
Hath  countless  treasures — all  are  thine. 


The  Happy  Land.  P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hyir.ng,  14. 

1  THERE  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day. 
Oh  !  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Wortliy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye  1 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 

Why  still  delay  ? 
Oh!  we  shall  happy  be, 
When,  from,  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  ave. 


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3  Bright  in  that  happy  land, 
Beams  every  eye ; 

Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 
Love  can  not  die. 

Oh  1  then  to  glory  run. 

Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won; 

And  bright  above  the  sun, 
We  reign  for  aye. 


50.  Children  in  Heaven.  P.  M. 

Aniiivei?ftry  Hymns,  M. 

1  A  ROUND  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 

Thousands  of  children  stand  ; 
Children  whoj^e  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band, 

Singing  glory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white, 

See  every  one  arrayed  ; 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  never  fade. 
Singing,  &c, 

3  "What  brought  them  to  that  world  aboY©? 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
"Where  aU  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love : 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singing,  etc. 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood. 

To  wash  away  their  sin  : 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood,       ; 
Behold  them  white  and  clean ! 
Singing,  &c. 


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LEE  avenup:  collection. 

On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace 
On  earth  ihey  loved  his  name  ; 

So  now  they  see  his  blessed  facp 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 
Singing,  &c. 


51.  The  Pilgrim's  Home.  Us. 

Boys'  and  Girh'  Singing  Book,  10. 

1  'lUD  scenes  of  affliction,  with  sorrow  oppressed, 
■^     How  oft  have  we  sighed  for  the  season  ol 

rest 
AVhen  no  more  thrbagh  this  wilderness  world  we 

shall  roam, 
But  lind  in  the  bosom  of  Jesus  a  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Receive  us,  dear  Saviour,  in  glory  at  home. 

2  No  spot  on  the  earth  can  give  permanent  bliss, 
No  home  for  the  pilgrim  or  stranger  like  this ; 
But  beyond  ihe  bright  azure,  that  star-spangled 

dome. 
We  shall  iind  in  the  bosom  of  Jesus  a  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  &c. 

3  'Tis  hope  cheers  the  prospect  that's  gloomy  and 

drear,  . 

And  points  to  the  haven  of  rest  that  is  near ; 
Oh  1  there  in  sweet  fields  of  delight  we  shall  roam, 
And  find  in  the  bosom  of  Jesus  a  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  &c. 


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52. 


We  have  no  Home  but  Heaven.      Ts  &  61 

Coys'  und  Girls'  Singing  Book,  143. 

1  "^yE  have  no  home  but  heaven  I 

A  pilgrun's  garb  we  wear; 
Our  path  is  marked  bj'  changes, 

And  sci'ewed  with  maiiy  a  care; 
Surrounded  with  temptation, 

By  varied  ills  oppressed. 
Each  day's  experience  warns  -qs 

That  this  is  not  our  rest. 

2  We  have  no  hom.c  but  heaven  I 

Then  wherefore  seek  one  here? 
Why  murmur  at  privations, 

Or  grieve  when  trouble's  near  ? 
It  is  but  for  a  season 

That  we  as  strangers  roam  ; 
And  strangers  must  not  look  for 

The  comforts  of  a  home. 

3  "We  have  no  home  but  heaven  I 

We  want  no  home  beside  ; 
0  God  !  our  Friend  and  Father  I 

Our  footsteps  thither  guide; 
Unfold  to  us  its  glory, 

Prepare  us  for  its  joy, 
Its  pure  and  perfect  friendship,  r 

Its  angel-hke  employ. 

4  We  have  no  home  but  heaven  I 

Hov/  clieering  is  the  thought  1 
How  bright  the  expectations 
Which  God's  own  word  has  taught  I 


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With  eager  hearts  we  hasten, 

The  promised  bliss  to  share  1 
We  have  no  homo  but  heaven  ! 

Oh  1  would  that  we  were  there  1 


53. 


Tlie  New  Jerusalem.  C.  M, 

Boys'  !ind  Girl-.'  Singing  Book,  IS. 

1  TERUSALEM,  my  l>appj  home, 
^      Xame  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  tiiee? 
When  sliall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold? 
Thy  bulwarks,  wrtii  salvation  strong, 

And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

2  Oh !  when,  thou  city  of  my  God  I 

Sliall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 
There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know ; 
Blest  seats!  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 

I  onward  press  to  you. 

3  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  or  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death,  dismay  ? 
I've  Cauaatj's  goodly  land  in  view, 

And  realms  of  endless  day  I 
Jerusalem,  my  glorious  home  1  « 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

When  I  thy  joy  shall  see. 


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54.  Heavenly  Canaan.  P.  M, 

Sabbath-School  Gems,  18. 

1  AN"  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
^    And  cast  a  wishful  eye 

To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
"Where  my  possessions  lie. 

We're  marching  through  Immapji^^'s  ground ; 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet  so^^nd ; 
And  there  we  shall  with  Jesus  rfci>ai. 
And  never,  never  part  again. 
What !  never  part  again  ? 
JSTo !  never  part  again. 

2  O'er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day — 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  avray. 

We're  marching  through,  &c. 

8  Ko  chilling  winds  nor  pois'nous  breatb 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

We're  marching  through,  &c. 

4  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  on  his  bosom  rest  ? 

We're  marching  through,  &c 

5  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  tne  roll 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

We're  marching  through,  &c. 


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65.  The  Brighter  World.  lis 

Anniversary  Hymns,  8. 

1  T  "WOULD  not  live  alway !  I  ask  not  to  stay 

■*-     Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dau-n  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes— full  enough  for  ita 
cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin ! 
Temptation  without  aad  corruption  within ! 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway !  no,  welcome  the  tomb  I 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise, 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  "Who,  who  would  live  alway.  away  from  his  God^ 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns ; 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul  I 


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T' 


56.  They  tell  ns  of  a  City  Bright.  P.  3!1 

SHbLath- School  Concert,  91. 

'HEY  tell  U3  there's  a  city  bright, 
Above  tliG  starry  sky  ! 
And  not  a  soul  tliat  dwells  therein 

Was  ever  known  to  cry; 
And  there  they  say  the  river  of  life 

Flows  ever,  free  and  clear ; 
And  on  its  banks  that  wondrous  tree 

Which  bears  fruit  all  the  year. 

2  There,  "Holy,  holy  is  the  Lordl" 
Bursts  from  the  angelic  choir. 

And  ransomed  harpers  tune  their  harpa 

To  songs  that  never  tire. 
Upon  his  throne  the  Saviour  sits, 

A  rahibow  round  his  iK^ad, 
And  at  his  feet  a  placid  sea 

Of  crystal  glass  outspread. 

,7  I 

3  Dear  teachers !  if  so  rich  a  prize 
Is  to  be  lost  or  won 

By  such  as  we.  whose  shining  days 

So  la;.ely  have  begun. 
Oh  !  leave  us  not  till  we  have  found 

A  hope  in  Jesus'  love —  .'/  4 

Until  we  have  bi-gun  to  learn 

The  song  they  slug  above. 


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57.  Heaven.  P.M. 

Undcn  Harp,  8& 

1  rpHERE  is  a  clime  where  Jesus  reigns, 

A  home  of  grace  aud  love, 
Where  angels  sing,  in  sweetest  strains, 
Of  his  redeeming  love. 

0  lieaveu  !  sweet  heaven  ! 

Land  of  the  blest ! 
How  I  long  to  be  there, 
In  thy  glorit-s  to  share, 

And  rest  upon  Jesus'  breast. 

2  And  children,  too,  will  join  to  bless 

The  precious  Saviour's  name, 
Clothed  in  his  perfect  righteousness, 
Aud  saved  from  sin  aud  shame. 
0  heaven,  &c. 

S  Yet  all,  alas  I  may  not  be  there, 
For  some  v/ill  slight  his  grace  ; 
Now,  though  ho  calls,  they  do  not  car© 
To  turn  and  seek  his  face. 
Oh !  heaven,  &c. 

4  He  says  to  all,  "  Come  unto  me, 

And  I  v/ill  give  you  rest." 
Oh  !  linger  not,  but  haste  to  bo 
"With  his  salvation  blest. 
0  heaven,  &c. 

5  The  fairest  roses  quickly  die, 

The  leaves  must  all  deca}'', 
And  little  children,  you  and  1 
As  soon  may  fade  away. 
0  heaven,  &c. 


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6  Then  let  us  early  "watch  and  pray," 
And  seek  the  things  above  ; 
And  may  the  Spirit,  day  by  day, 
Eeveal  a  Saviours  love  ! 
Oh!  heaven,  &c. 


58.         When  for  Eternal  Worlds  we  steer.     8s  &  ^ 

New  Luta  of  Zlon,  387, 

1  TyHEN"  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 

^'      And  seas  are  calm  and  skies  are  clear, 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise, 
The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
Vain  world,  adieu ! 

2  With  cheerful  hope  her  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore — 
The  trees  of  life,  the  pastures  green. 
The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream ; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 

Vain  world,  adieu ! 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand ; 
With  steady  helm  and  free-bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  veil ; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings. 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 

On  Canaan's  shore. 


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59.         Come !  let  us  sing  of  Heaven  above.      P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymas,  C 

1  POME  I  lot  us  sing  of  heaven  above, 
^       Our  glorious,  happy  home, 

"Where  ds\-ells  the  Saviour  whom  we  love, 
And  who  has  bid  us  come. 

Oh  1  that  is  joyful !  joyful !  joyful  I 

Oh  1  til  at  is  joyful, 
That  Jesus  bids  us  come 

To  dwell  with  him  above, 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song 
Of  his  redeeming  love. 

2  Angels  are  there  around  the  throne, 

Sweet  notes  of  praise  they  sing ; 
All  glory  to  our  God  alone, 
And  to  our  Saviour  King. 
Oh  I  that  is  joyful,  &e. 

3  And  children  join  the  glorious  song, 

Who  once  lived  here  below ; 
But  now,  amid  that  sinless  throng, 
They  no  more  sorrow  know. 
Oil !  that  is  joyful,  <fec. 

4  'Twas  Jesus  died  that  we  might  gain 

This  glorious,  happy  home  ; 
For  us  he  suffered  grief  and  pain, 
And  therefore  bids  us  come. 
Oh  1  that  is  joyful,  &c. 


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60.  The  Angels'  Song.  P.  H 

Brooklyn  Anniversary  Hymns,  1855. 

1  THERE'S  a  song  the  angels  sing, 
And  its  notes  with  rapture  ring 
Round  the  throne  whose  radiance  fills  the  heavena 
above ; 
Shepherds  heard  a  distant  strain, 
Watching  on  Judea's  plain, 
'  Grlory  be  to  God,  to  men  be  peace  and  love." 
Through  the  earth  and  through  the  sky, 
Let  the  anthem  ever  fly. 
Peace,  good  will  to  men,  and  glory  be  to  God  on 
high. 

2  'Tis  a  song  for  children,  too ; 

To  the  Saviour  'tis  their  due  ; 
Let  its  grateful  notes  ascend  to  him  again ; 

Join  with  angels  in  their  song. 

And  the  heavenly  strain  prolong, 
*  Glory  be  to  God,  good  will  and  peace  to  men." 

Through  the  earth,  &c. 

t  Soon  around  that  throne  may  we 

"With  those  happy  angels  he. 
Striking  harps  to  strains  that  nevet  moio  shall 
cease ; 
Mingling  love  with  loftiest  praise, 
Still  the  chorus  there  we'll  raise, 
"  Glory  be  to  God,  to  men  good  wiU  and  peace." 
Through  the  earth,  &c. 


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6L  Land  of  Canaan.  P.  M. 

Sabbath-School  Gems,  40. 

1  pOME,  children,  let  us  sweetly-  sing — 
^     Wo  are  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan; 
All  glory  give  to  Christ,  our  King — 
"We  are  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan^ 
0  Canaan,  bright  Canaan  I 
"VTe  are  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan ; 
0  Canaan  !  it  is  our  happy  home — 
We  arc  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 


2  Happy  are  all  good  children  here — 

They  are  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan ; 
And  soon  they'll  be  as  angels  are — 
They  are  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 
0  Canaan,  bright  Canaan !  &c 


60  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

3  Come  then  and  join  our  happy  band, 

Wo  are  bound  for  the  laud  of  Canaan ; 
To  ever  dwell  at  Christ's  right  hand — 
We  are  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
0  Canaan,  bright  Canaan  !  &c. 

4  Then  louder  still  our  songs  shall  rise — 

We  are  bound  lor  the  land  of  Canaan  ; 
When  we  are  far  beyond  the  skies — 
We  are  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
0  Canaan,  bright  Canaan !  &c. 


62.  Life  and  Glory.  8s&7ir 

Bradbun-'s  S.  S.  Melodies,  110. 

1  WHAT  is  life?  'tis  but  a  Vapor, 

' '      Soon  it  vanishes  away ; 
Life  is  but  a  dying  taper, 

0  my  soul !  why  wish  to  stay  ? 
Why  not  spread  thy  wings,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy  ? 

2  See  that  glory — how  resplendent  1 

Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints ; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 

Jesus  reigns — the  King  of  saints; 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

3  Joyful  crowds  his  throne  surrounding, 

Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love  ; 
Through  the  heavens  his  praises  sounding, 

Fining  all  the  courts  above ; 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul  I  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 


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Go,  and  share  his  people's  glory, 
'Mid  the  ransomed  crowd  appear; 

Thine  a  joyful,  wondrous  story, 
One  that  angels  love  to  hear ; 

Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 

Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 


63t  Joyful  anticipations  of  Heaven.  C.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  6. 

1  "WHEN"  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

''      To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
Oh!  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage^ 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

Oh !  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrows  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God.  my  heaven,  my  all. 
Oh !  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roU 
Across  mv  peaceful  breast. 

Oh  I  "that  wiU  be  joyful,  &c 


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64.  The  Christian's  Horns.  U» 

Boys'  ani  Girls'  Singing  B--'ok,  10. 

1  /'I'l  ID  scenes  ofconfusiou  and  creature  complaints, 

How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with 
saints ; 
To  find  at  tlio  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home  1 
Homo,  home — sweet,  sweet  home, 
Receive  m?,  dear  Saviour,  in  glory,  my  home. 

2  Sweot  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace  I 
And  thric:-precious  Jesus  whose   love   can  not 

cease  ! 
Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  glory  at  home. 
Home,  home,  &c, 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free. 

Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  thee; 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  biUows  may  foam, 
All,  all  will  b3  peace,  when  I'm  with  thee  at 
home. 
Home,  home,  &c. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay. 

Oh !  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day ; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
Home,  home,  &c. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  oh !  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face ; 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

Home,  home,  &c. 


LEE  AVENDE   COLLECTIOX.  61 

I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine, 
And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  gloritied  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home. 
Home,  home,  &c. 


Home  of  the  Blest.  P.  M 

Linden  Harp,  86. 

A  HAPPY  land !  0  happy  land  1 
^     Where  saints  and  angels  dwell ; 
We  long  to  join  that  glorious  band, 
A.nd  all  their  anthems  swell. 
0  heaven,  sweet  heaven  ! 

0  home  of  the  blest: 
How  I  long  to  be  there, 
All  its  glory  to  share, 
And  to  lean  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

But  every  voice  in  yonder  throng, 

On  earth  has  breathed  a  prayer ; 
No  hps  untaught  may  join  that  song. 

Or  learn  the  music  there. 
0  heaven  1  &c. 

Thou  heavenly  Friend!  thou  heavenly  Friendl 

Oh !  hear  us  when  we  pray : 
Now  let  thy  pard'ning  grace  descend, 

And  take  our  sins  away. 
0  heaven !  &c. 

Be  all  our  fresh,  our  youthful  days, 

To  thy  blest  seiwice  given : 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  sing  thy  praise^ 

A  ransomed  band  in  heaven. 
0  heaven!  &c. 


64  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

66.  Home  in  the  Skies.  Us 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Sinjing  Book,  10. 

1  WHEN"  the   time  of  our  earthly  sojouraing  ia 

''  o'er, 

The  home  that  once  knew  us  will  know  U3  no 
more ;  i 

But  why  should  we  leave  it  with  lingering  eyeS^  ' 
Since  Jesus  wiU  give  us  a  home  in  the  skies  ? 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Far  better  than  earth's  is  this  home  in  the  skies. 

2  Its  doors  are  of  pearl,  and  its  floor  paved  with 

gold; 
Its  altar  a  diamond  of  lustre  untold ; 
No  sun  rules  the  day,  and  no  moon  crowns  the 

night, 
For  the  eye  of  the  Lamb  of  that  home  is  the  hght-; 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
For  the  eye  of  the  Lamb  of  that  home  is  the  light. 

3  The  friends  that  we  loved  of  this  Earthly  the  light, 
On  the  wings  of  bright  angels  have  taken  their 

flight. 
They  have  gone  to  the  Heavenly,  the  home  of  the 

blest, 
In  the  arms  of  their  Saviour  forever  to  rest. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
Oh !  there's  no  home  on  earth  like  this  home  of 

the  blest. 

i,  With  their  harps  in  then-  hands,  which  are  never 
unstrung. 
And  voices  untiring,  they  smg  heaven's  song; 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  65 

Like  the  sound  of  great  waters  their  anthems  arise. 
To  him  wlio  prepared  them  a  home  in  the  skies. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
Oh  I  there's  no  home  on  earth  hke  this  home  in 
the  skies. 


67t         There  is  a  Land  of  pure  Delight.        C.  m 

1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
I  want  to  go,  I  want  to  go,  I  want  to  go  there  too— 
I  want  to  go  where  Jesus  is,  I  want  to  go  there  too, 

2  There  everlasting  spring  aliides, 

And  never- with'ring  flowers  : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 
I  want  to  go,  &c. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 
I  want  to  go,  &c. 

4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 
\  I  want  to  go,  &c. 


66  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

v8.  The  heavenly  Mansion.  P. 

NewLuto  ofZIon,  329. 

1  MY  heavenly  home  is  brig} it  and  fair, 

We'D  be  gathered  home ; 
Nor  death  nor  sighing  visit  there. 
"We'll  be  gathered  home  : 

We'll  w:  ;t  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  we'll  be  gathered  home. 

2  Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine, 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine, 
We'll  be  gathered  home : 
We'U  wait,  &c. 

3  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
Above  the  arched  and  starry  sky, 
We'll  be  gathered  home : 
We'll  wait,  &c. 

4  WTien  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be, 
We'll  be  gathered  home  : 
We'll  wait,  &c. 

5  While  here,  a  stranger  far  from  home — 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
Affliction's  waves  may  round  me  foam. 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
We'll  wait,  &c. 


■  LEE   ATEXUE  COLLECTION.  (»t 

6  I  envy  not  the  rich  and  great, 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
Their  pomp  of  wealth,  and  pride  of  state, 
"We'll  be  gathered  home. 
"We'll  wait,  &c. 

7  My  Father  is  a  richer  King, 

"We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
^hat  heavenly  mansion  still  I  sing, 
"^^e'll  bo  gathered  home. 
We'll  wait,  &c. 

8  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
Which  flames  devour  or  waves  o'erthrow, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
We'll  wait,  &c. 

9  Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own, 

We'll  be  gathered  home, 
A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
We'll  wait,  &c. 

10  Then,  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decline, 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
We'll  wait,  &c. 

11  All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be. 

We'll  be  gathered  home; 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me^ 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
We'll  wait,  &c. 


68  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION, 

69t  Meet  ms  in  Heaven.  8s  &  & 

Linden  Harp,  54. 

1  TIOW  bright  the  day,  the  joyful  day, 

When  all  the  good  shall  come, 
And  clothed  in  robes  of  white  array, 

Meet  in  their  happy  home  ! 
The  Saviour's  hand  shall  wipe  their  tears, 

And  folded  to  his  breast,  • 

His  lambs  shall  feel  no  earthly  fear, 

But  find  eternal  rest. 
Meet  me  in  heaven,  meet  me  in  heaven, 
Meet  me  in  heaven,  where  we'll  never  pM 
again. 

2  Ah  !  would  you  be  among  the  blest 

Who  walk  the  golden  streets, 
Or  lean  upon  the  Saviour's  breast, 

Or  worship  at  his  feet! 
Then  wander  not  from  Jesus  Christ, 

Nor  go  the  path  of  sm, 
Until  you  find  the  gates  of  woe. 

And  there  must  enter  in. 
Meet  me  in  heaven,  &c. 

3  Your  teachers  can  not  bear  to  think 

Those  little  feet  shall  slide 
Upon  the  dark  and  dreadful  brink 

Of  ruin's  sweeping  tide. 
Come  to  the  Saviour,  little  ones. 

And  with  his  own  dear  flock, 
He'll  hide  you  when  temptation  comon 

Safe  in  the  clefted  rock. 
Meet  me  in  heaven,  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  *9 

"0.  Happy  Land,  far  above.  P.  M. 

IlAPPYland!  happy  land  I  beyond  the  skies  so 
-*-*■  brigiiv  and  fair, 

Tar  a'bore,  for  above,  where  shining  angels  are ; 
Land  of  love  and  joys  divine, 
Where  the  meek  and  lowly 
In  the  robes  of  glory  shine, 
With  the  pure  and  holy. 
Happy  land !  happy  land !  where  sin  and  sorrow 

never  come. 
Oh  1  may  we  find  in  thee  a  bright  eternal  home. 

Happy  land!    happy  land!    beyond  the  skies  so 

bright  and  fair. 
Far  above,  far  above,  where  shining  angels  are; 
Ever  from  the  harps  of  gold. 

Sweetest  notes  are  swelling, 
And  as  Jesus'  love  is  told, 
Happy  voices  pealing — 
Happy  land !  happy  land,  <fec. 


II.  Tlie  Pilgrim's  Song.  11» 

I  Boys'  acd  Girls'  Singing  Book,  10, 114. 

1  \f  Y  home  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here, 
•^"-  Then  wdiy  should  I  murmur  when  trials  art 

near! 
Be  hushed,  my  sad  spirit,  the  worst  that  can  come 
Bat  shortens  my  journey,  and  hastens  me  home. 

I  It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  my  bliss, 
And  building  my  hopes  in  a  region  Uko  this ; 
I  look  for  a  city  which  hands  have  not  piled— 
I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  undefiled. 


TO  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

S  The  thorn  and  the  thistle  around  me  may  grow, 
I  would  not  lie  doum  upon  roses  below ; 

.    I  ask  not  my  portion,  I  seek  not  my  rest, 
TiU  I  find  them  forever  in  Jesus'  breast. 

4.  Afflictions  may  damp  me,  they  can  not  destroy — 
One  glimpse  of  his  love  turns  them  all  into  joy  ; 
And  the  bitterest  tears,  if  he  smiles  but  on  theia, 
Like  dew  in  the  sunshine,  grow  diamond  and  gem. 


72.  Joy  to  the  World.  C.  K 

Boys'  ani  Girls'  Singing  Book,  19«. 

1  TOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come ; 

^     Let  earth  receive  her  King ;  i-' 

Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plainja;. 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground;  if 

He  comes  to  make  liis  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rales  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 

And  wonders  of  his  love.  W. 


LEE   ATEXUE   COLLECTION.  71 


73.  Tlie  Lamb  that  was  Slain.  P.M. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  ^ 

1  TN  the  far  better  land  of  glory  aud  light 

■*■  Tho  ransomed  are  singing  in  garments  of  white, 
Tne  harpers  are  harping ;  and  all  the  bright  train 
Sin^*  the  song  of  redemption — tho  Lamb  that  was 
slain. 

2  Like  the  sound  of  the  sea  swells  their  chorus  of 

prais3 
Round  the  star-circled  crown   of  the  ancient  cf 

days, 
And  thrones  and  dominions  reecho  the  strain 
Of  glory  eternal  to  him  that  was  slain. 

8  Dear  Saviour,  may  we,  with  our  voices  so  faint 
Sing  the  chorus  celestial  with  angel  and  saint  ? 
Yes !  yes  !  we  will  sing,  and  thine  ear  we  will 

gain 
With  the  song  of  redemption — the  Lamb  that  was 
slain. 

4  Now,  cliildren  and  teachers  and  friends,  all  unite 
In  a  loud  hallelujah  with  the  ransomed  in  light ; 
To  Jesus  we'll  sing  that  melodious  strain, 
Tho  song  of  Redemption— the    Lamb   that  was 
slain. 


74.  star  of  Bethlehem.  L.  K. 

Plymouth  Collection,  169. 

1  TP'HEX  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  tram. 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 


72  raE  avenue  collection. 

2  Hark  I  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks — 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode : 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark  j 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark* 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose — 
It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

6  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thraD, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safel}'  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  forevermore, 

The  star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


75.  The  Saviour.  78  &  6s. 

Linden  Harp,  !& 

1  TTOW  precious  is  the  story 
Of  our  Redeemer's  birlh, 
Who  left  the  realms  of  glory, 

And  came  to  dwell  on  earth: 
He  saw  our  sad  condition, 

Our  guilt,  and  sin,  and  shame  j 
To  save  us  from  perdition 
The  blessed  Jesus  came. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION  T$ 

He  came  to  earth  from  heaven, 

To  weep,  and  bleed,  and  die, 
That  we  might  be  forgiven, 

And  raised  to  God  on  high. 
His  kindness  and  compassion 

To  children  then  were  shown ; 
The  heirs  of  liis  salvation, 

He  claimed  them  for  his  own. 

Oh  !   may  I  love  this  Saviour, 

So  good,  so  kind,  so  mild  ; 
And  may  I  find  his  favor, 

A  young  though  sinful  child  I 
And  in  his  blissful  heaven 

May  I  at  last  appear, 
With  all  my  sins  forgiven, 

To  know  and  praise  him  there. 


76.  Star  in  the  East.  lis  &  10s. 

Plymonth  Collecticn,  9a 

1  "DRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 

Dawn  on  our  darkne^  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  homon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  boasts  of  the  stall; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining ; 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  alL 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  off' rings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountains,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean. 
Myrrh  from  the  forest  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 


74  LEE  ATENUE   COLLECTION. 

4  Vainly  we  ofifer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favors  secure ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


77.  Coronation  of  Christ.  C.  KL 

Annireraan    ^viaas,  11 

1  A  LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  nanw  i 
■^    Let  angels  prostrate  fall : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  cr6wn  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God^ 

"Who  from  his  altar  call ;  1 

Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod,  ■  f  f  | 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all 

3  Hail  him,  ye  hei^  of  David's  line, 

"Whom  David,  Lord  did  call ; 

The  God  incarnate  1  Man  divine  I 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall ; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  graoQ 
And  crovm  him  Lord  of  alL 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  75 

6  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall : 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all, 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe. 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  aU. 


78.  See  the  kind  Shepherd.  P.  M. 

Lmden  H»r;,  M. 

1  OEE  the  kind  Shepherd,  Jesus,  stands, 
^     And  calls  his  sheep  by  name; 
Gathers  the  feeble  in  his  arms, 
And  feeds  each  tender  kmb. 
0  Saviour,  dear  Saviour  I 

0  joy  of  the  blest ! 
How  I  long  to  be  thine,  in  bright  glory 

to  shine. 
And  to  be  forever  at  rest. 


t 


2  He'll  lead  us  to  the  heav'nly  streams, 
Where  living  waters  flow: 
And  guide  us  to  the  fruitful  fields, 
Where  trees  of  knowledge  grow. 
0  Saviour  I  &c. 

$  When,  wandering  from  the  fold,  we  leaye 
The  straight  and  narrow  way, 
Our  faithful  Shepherd  stiU  is  near 
To  guide  us  when  we  stray. 
0  Saviour  1  &c. 


7<i  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTIOIT. 

4  The  feeblest  lamb  amid  the  flock, 
Shall  be  the  Shepherd's  care : 
Whilo  folded  in  our.  Saviour's  arms, 
We're  safe  from  every  snare. 
0  Saviour !  &c. 


79.  Children,  hear  the  Melting  Story.    8s,  7s,  4s. 

Bovs'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  149. 

1  pHILDREN".  hear  the  melting  story, 
^     Of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slaia ; 

'Tis  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vain, 

Oh  !   receive  him  ! 
And  salva'^ion  now  obtain. 

2  Yield  no  more  to  sin  and  fjlly, 

So  displeasing  in  his  sight; 

Jesus  loves  the  pure  and  holy ; 

They  alone  are  his  delight : 

Seek  his  favor 
And  your  hearth  to  him  unite. 

3  All  your  sins  to  him  confessing. 

Who  is  ready  to  forgive  ; 
Seek  the  Saviours  richest  blessing 
On  his  precious  name  believe  : 

He  is  waiting, 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  ? 


LEE   AYENUE   COLLECTION.  1*1 


The  Friend  we  ought  to  Love.  P.  H. 

Sabbath-School  Ge.-ns,  ^i. 

THERE  is  a  friend  we  ought  to  love, 

More  than  all  friends  beside ; 
His  name  is  Jesus,  and  his  love 

Forever  sliall  abide. 
Come,  children,  then,  for  now  he  lives, 
And  praise  from  little  ones  receives ; 
With  lip  and  life  we'll  praise  his  name,_ 
And  not  forget  his  laws  again. 

What  ?  not  forget  again  ? 

No,  not  forget  again,  &c. 

There  is  a  word  we  ought  to  prize 

More  than  all  words  beside ; 
It  tells  how  Jesus  from  the  skies, 

Came  down  and  Avept  and  died. 
Come,  children,  then,  for  now  he  lives^ 
Sinners  from  every  land  receives ; 
Oh  I  let  us  sj^read  the  tidings  round, 
And  publish  wide  the  joyful  sound. 

What?  spread  the  joyful  sound? 

Yes,  spread  the  joyful  sound,  &c 

There  is  a  land  we  ought  to  love 

More  than  all  lands  beside. 
The  land  of  glory  high  above, 

Where  all  the  saints  abide. 
Come,  (children,  for  this  land  prepare, 
Tribes  of  all  nation  shall  be  there ; 
Oh  I  then  we  shall  with  Jesus  reign, 
And  never,  never  part  again. 

What  ?  never  part  again  ? 

No,  never  part  again,  &c. 


78 


LEE    AVENUE   COLLECTION. 


V  r ., 


"!•  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus.  7s  &  ( 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Siuging  Book,  14ft. 

1  T  WANT  to  be  like  Jesus, 
So  lowly  and  so  meek ; 
For  no  one  marked  an  angry  word 
That  ever  heard  him  speak. 


LEE  AVEXUE   COLLECTION.  *i9 

2  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

So  frequently  in  prayer; 

Alone  upon  the  mountain-top 

He  met  his  Father  there. 

3  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus; 

I  never,  never  find 
That  he,  though  persecuted,  was 
To  any  one  unkind. 

4  I  want  to  be  like  Jes.is, 

Engaged 'in  doing  good, 
So  that  of  me  it  may  be  said, 

•'  She  hath  done  what  she  could.'* 

6  Alas  !  I'm  not  like  Jesus, 
As  any  one  may  see ; 
0  gentle  Saviour !  send  thy  grace, 
And  make  me  like  to  thee. 


Jesus  invitinif  Children.  P.  M. 

Linden  Harp,  IZi, 

1  JESUS  Christ,  our  Lord  and  Saviour, 
'-^      Who  has  bid  us  come  to  thee, 
Isow  extend  to  us  thy  favor. 

Little  children  though  we  be ; 
Low  we  humbly  bend  before  thee, 

All  unworthy  of  thy  love ; 
Lord  of  life,  and  light,  and  glory! 

Hear  as  from  thy  throne  above. 

2  Thou  who  boldest  high  dominion 

Over  air,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
Yet  didst  bless  the  little  children 
That  of  old  were  brought  to  thea 


80  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTIOIf. 

Lord  1  this  day  we  ask  thy  blessing ; 

Send  thy  Holy  Spirit  down ; 
Ma}^  we  all,  our  sins  confessing, 

Thee  our  Lord  and  Saviour  own. 

3  So,  when  death  this  frame  shall  sever, 

(For  we  know  that  all  must  die,) 
May  our  souls,  0  Lord !  forever 

Live  and  reign  with  thee  on  high  I 
Oh  !  that  we,  to  whom  'tis  given 

Here  to  join  in  praise  ^nd  prayer, 
May,  arouud  thy  throne  in  heaven 

Meet,  and  none  be  wanting  there. 


^^       "  A  poor  wayfaring  Man  of  Grief."         L,  M. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  121. 

1  A  POOR  wayfaring  man  of  grief 

•^     Hath  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 
"Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 

That  I  could  never  answer  nay. 
I  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name, 
W^'hither  he  went  or  whence  he  came ; 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why, 

2  Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 

He  entered  ;  not  a  word  he  spake ; 
Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread, 

I  gave  him  ah ;  he  blessed,  and  brake, 
And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again ; 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then. 
And  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 
The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 


LEE  ATENUE   COLLECTION.  81 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock ;  his  strength  was  gone ; 
The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst — 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on, 
I  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up — 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my  cup, 
Dipped,  and  returned  it  running  o'er — 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4  'Twas  night ;  the  floods  were  out ;  it  blew 

A  wintry  hurricane  aloof; 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 

To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof. 
I  warmed,  I  clothed,  I  cheered  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  my  own  couch  to  rest, 
Then  made  the  earth  my  bed,  and  seemed 
in  Eden's  garden  while  I  di'eamed. 

6  Stripped,  wounded,  beaten  nigh  to  death, 
I  found  him  by  the  highway  side  ; 
I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breathy 

Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
"Wine,  oil,  refreshment;  he  was  healed: 
I  had  myself  a  wound  concealed  ; 
Eut  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemned 
To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn ; 
The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemmed, 

And  honored  him  'mid  shame  and  score. 
My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  asked  me  if  I  for  him  would  die ; 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spu-it  cried,  "  I  will !' 


S2  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

7  Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view 

The  stranger  started  from  disguise; 
The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew; 

My  Saviour  stood  before  my  eyes  1 
He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named;. 
"  Of  me  thou  hast  not  boon  ashamed  ; 
These  deeds  shalt  thy  memorial  be ; 
Fear  not ;  thou  didst  it  unto  me." 


84.  First  Love.  P.  M. 

Anniversary  Ilymn*,  11, 

1  TTO^  liappy  are  they 

Who  their  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  ab&ve; 
Oh !  what  tongue  can  express 
Ihe  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ? 

2  'Tis  heaven  below, 

My  Redeemer  to  know ; 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet 

And  the  story  repeat. 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

3  Yes,  all  the  day  long 
Is  my  Jesus  my  song, 

And  redemption  through  faith  in  his  name: 

Oh  !  that  all  might  believe, 

And  salvation  receive, 
And  their  song  and  their  joy  be  the  same. 


liEE  AYEXTJE   COLLECTION.  83 

85.  The  Child's  Desire.  P.  M. 

Anniveri«ry  Hj-mns,  1". 

1  [  THINK,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 

When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  he  called  little  children  as  lambs  to  his  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 

2  I  wish  that  his  hand?  had  been  placed  on  my  head, 

That  his  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me, 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look  when  he 
said, 
'•  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above ; 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  has  gone  to  prepare, 

For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
'•  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 


86.  'Midst  Sorrow  and  Care.  P.  M. 

Bradburj-'s  S.  S.  Unoir,  5. 

1  'MIDST  sorrow  and  care, 

■^^  There's  one  that  is  near 
And  ever  dehghts  to  relieve  us, 

2  'Tis  Jesus  our  friend, 
On  whom  we  depend. 

For  life  and  for  all  its  rich  blessings. 

3  "When  trouble  assails, 
His  love  never  fails, 

He  meets  us  with  sweet  consolatioo. 


64  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

87.  "  Come,  let  us  Sing  of  Jesus."  P.  M. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  30. 

1  pOME,  let  U3  sing  of  Jesus, 

^     While  hearts  and  voices  blend ; 
Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  sinner's  only  friend ; 
His  holy  soul  rejoices 

Amid  tlie  choirs  above, 
To  hear  our  youthful  voices, 

Exulting  in  his  love. 

2  "We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus 

"Who  wept  our  path  along; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  tempted  and  the  strong ; 
None  who  besought  his  heahng, 

He  passed  unheeded  by ; 
And  still  retains  his  feeling 

For  us  above  the  sky. 

3  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Triumphant  o'er  the  grave ; 
And  in  our  hour  of  danger, 

We'll  trust  his  love  alone, 
Who  once  slept  in  a  manger, 

And  now  sits  on  the  throne. 

4  Then  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

While  yet  on  earth  we  stay  ; 
And  hope  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Throughout  eternal  day ; 
For  those  who  here  confess  him, 

He  will  in  heaven  confess ; 
And  faithful  hearts  that  bless  him, 

He  will  forever  bless.  ' 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  8^ 

88.  The  Prince  of  Peace.  C.  M. 

Anniversary  Hyinns,  17. 

1  pOME,  children,  hail  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
^     Obey  the  Saviour's  call ; 

Come,  sing  aloud  his  glorious  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  aU. 

2  Let  every  girl  and  every  boy 

Before  his  footstool  fall ; 
And  their  triumpliant  songs  employ, 
To  crown  him  Lord  of  all 

3  This  Jesus  will  your  sins  forgive, 

He  now  invites  us  all ; 
For  us  he  died  that  we  might  live, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all 

4  Oh !  let  our  hearts  receive  our  King, 

No  more  refuse  his  call ; 
That  so  in  heaven  we  still  may  sing, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


QNi 


89.  Christ  a  Friend.  8s  &  7s. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  18. 

E  there  is  above  all  others, 
"Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costlj',  free,  and  knows  no  end: 
"Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 


86  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTIOlf. 

2  "When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  dinners  was  his  name; 
Now  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 
Ohl  for  grace  our  heart  to  soften! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love : 
"We,  alas  I  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 


0^ 


9Ut  Oh !  when  shall  I  889  Jesus  T        7s  &  68. 

Boys'  and  GirU'  Singing  Bock,  Itt. 

|H !  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
"When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

2  Through  grace.  I  am  determined 
To  conquer,  though  I  die, 

And  then  awny  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  to  fly; 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow — 

I  bid  you  all  adieu ; 
And  0  my  friend? !  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

3  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 
And  trials  on  your  way, 

Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesua, 
And  don't  forget  to  pray; 


LEE  AYENUE  COLLECTION.  87 

Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love ; 
Then,  when  the  combat's  ended^ 

He'll  carry  you  above. 


Song  of  Angels.  P.  BL 

S.  S.  Harmonist,  184. 

1  TTAPPY  angels,  still  you  dwell 

In  yon  worlds  of  glory, 
And  in  joyous  anthems  swell 

Love's  redeeming  story. 
Shining  multitudes,  ye  came 
Our  Redeemer  to  proclaim : 
Still  your  song  is  just  the  same ; 

Glory,  glory,  glory  1 

2  Angels,  sing  again  with  man, 

Swell  our  strain  of  glory ; 
Shout  with  us  the  wondrous  plan, 

Love's  redeeming  story ; 
Soon  our  stay  on  earth  shall  fail, 
Soon  shall  drop  the  mortal  veil, 
Then  in  strains  like  yours  we'll  hail, 

Glory,  glory,  glory! 

3  Christ,  our  Lord,  the  theme,  the  song, 

Then  no  more  the  stranger, 
"Welcomed  by  the  shining  throng, 

In  lone  Bethl'hem's  manger: 
Robed  in  peerless  majesty, 
Soon  our  eyes  shall  also  see. 
Then  we'll  cry,  "  'Tis  he  I  'tis  he  I 

Glory,  glory,  glory." 


92. 


LEE  AYENUE   COLLECTION. 


Notes  of  Angeh  P.  JL 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  115, 

1  IT  ARK !  the  notes  of  angels  singing 
^     Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb, 

All  in  heaven  their  tribute  bringing, 

Raising  high  the  Saviour's  name.  YO 

2  Ye  for  whom  his  life  was  given, 

Sacred  themes  to  you  belong ; 
Come,  assist  the  choir  of  heaven, 
Join  the  everlasting  song. 

3  Filled  with  holy  emulation  ; 

"We  unite  with  those  above ; 
Sweet  the  theme — a  free  salvation, 
Fruits  of  everlasting  love. 

4  Endless  life  in  him  possessing, 

Let  us  praise  his  precious  name, 
Glory,  honor,  power,  and  blessing 
Be  forever  to  the  Lamb. 


93.  Jesus  Died  my  Soul  to  Save.  P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  K, 

]    TESUS  died  my  soul  to  save  ; 
^      Blessed  truth,  blessed  truth ; 
Jesus  died  my  soul  to  save 

From  the  world  of  woe: 
When  he  lived  on  earth  a  stranger, 
He  had  oft  to  fly  from  danger. 
That  he  might  the  work  perform 

He  had  come  to  do. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  89 

Jesus  had  no  home  on  earth  ; 

Mournful  truth,  mournful  truth; 
Jesus  had  no  home  on  earth 

He  could  call  his  own : 
Yet  he  was  the  mighty  Saviour, 
Living  in  his  Father's  favor, 
'Mid  the  dark  and  fearful  scenes, 

Though  he  seemed  alone. 

Jesus  is  in  glory  now ; 

Joyful  truth,  joyful  truth ; 
Jesus  is  in  glory  now, 

In  the  world  above ; 
He  has  done  with  tears  and  sighing, 
Earth  no  more  shall  see  him  dying ; 
Shout,  my  soul,  thy  song  of  praise, 

Thou  shalt  see  his  love. 


Praise  to  Jesus.  P.  HL 

Bradbury's  Singing  Bird,  H, 

1  CWEETLT  sing,  sweetly  sing, 

^    Praises  to  our  heavenly  King ; 
Let  us  raise,  let  us  raise 
High  our  notes  of  praise  ; 
Praise  to  him  whose  name  is  Love, 
Praise  to  him  who  reigns  above  ; 
Raise  your  songs,  raise  your  songs, 
Xow  with  thankful  tongues. 

2  Angels  bright,  angels  bright, 
Robed  in  garments  pure  and  white, 
Chant  his  praise,  chant  his  praise, 
In  melodious  lays. 


90  LEE    AYENTJE   COLLEOTIOlf. 

But  from  that  bright  happy  throng 
Ne'er  can  come  this  sweetest  song- 
Redeeming  love,  redeeming  love, 
Brought  us  here  above. 

3  Far  away,  far  away. 

We  in  sin's  dark  valley  lay, 

Jesus  came,  Jesus  came, 

Blessed  bo  his  name ! 

He  redeemed  us  by  his  grace, 

Then  prepared  in  heaven  a  place 

To  receive,  to  receive 

All  who  will  believe. 

4  Now  we  know,  now  we  know, 
"We  fi'om  earth  must  shortly  go , 
Soon  the  call,  soon  the  call 
Comes  to  one  and  all. 

Saviour !  when  our  time  shall  come, 
Take  us  to  our  hea^-enly  home, 
There  to  dvrell,  there  to  dwell 
Evermore  with  thee. 


95.      *  Ciiildren's  Hosannas. 

1  ITOSAXXAS  vrere  by  children  sung, 
"When  Jesus  was  on  earth. 
Then  surely  we  are  not  too  young 

To  sound  his  praises  forth. 
The  Lord  is  great,  the  Lord  is  good, 

He  feeds  us  from  his  store 
"With  earthly  and  with  heavenly  food ; 
"We'll  praise  him  evermore. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  91 

And  when  to  him  young  children  cam© 

He  took  them  in  his  arms; 
He  blessed  them  iu  his  Father's  name, 

And  spoke  with  heavenl}'  charms: 
We  thank  him  for  his  gracious  word, 

"We  thank  him  for  his  love, 
"We'll  sing  the  praises  of  our  Lord^ 

"Who  reigns  in  heaven  above. 

Eefore  he  left  this  world  of  v/oe, 

On  Calvary  ho  died; 
His  blood  for  us  did  freely  flow 

Forth  from  liis  wounded  side. 
Oh !  then  we'll  magnify  his  name, 

"Who  groaned  and  died  for  us ; 
"We'll  worship  the  atoning  Lamb, 

And  kneel  before  his  cross. 

Ho  rose  again  and  walked  abroad, 

And  many  saw  his  face :  '  ■  '-* 

They  called  liim  the  incarnate  God, 

Redeemer  of  our  race. 
He  rose  and  he  ascended  high: 

"We'll  bow  to  his  command ; 
His  glories  fill  the  earth  and  sky, 

Ho  sits  ut  God's  right  hand. 


Bb.  Cliildreii's  Praises.  1I& 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Me!jdie«,  125. 

1  W-^  gather,  we  gather,  dear  Jesus,  to  brmg 

'    The  breathings  of  love  'mid  the  blossoms  of 
spring ; 
Our  Maker,  Redeemer,  we  gratefully  ra'se 
Our  hearts  and  our  voices  in  singing  thy  praise. 


92  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION". 

2  "When  stooping  to  earth  from  the  brightness  of 

heaveti. 
Thy  blood  for  our  ransom  so  freely  was  given, 
Thou    listenedst    ^Yith    pleasure   while    children 

adored 
"With  joyful  hosannas  the  blessed  of  the  Lord. 

3  Those  arms  which  embraced  little  children  of  old  ' 
Still  love  to  encircle  the  lambs  of  the  fold  ; 

That  grace  which  inviteth  the  wandering  home, 
Hath  never  forbidden  the  youngest  to  come. 

4  Hosanna !  Hosanna !  great  Teacher,  we  raise 
Our  hearts  and  our  voices  in  singing  thy  praise ; 
Fo;  precept  and  promise  so  graciously  given, 
For  blessiugs  of  earth  and  the  glories  of  heaven. 


97.  "  Feed  my  Lambs."  lis. 

S.  S.  Concert  Hjinns,  36. 

1  "DEFORE  the  great  Shepherd  ascended  on  high, 
-^    To  prepare  for  his  sheep  a  safe  fold  in  the  sky ; 
He  called  his  friends  round  him,  a  few  worthy 

names, 
And  charged  one  for  all,  to  take  care  ot  his  lambs. 

2  He  knew  we  should  need  to  be  guarded  with  care ; 
For  in  the  dark  forest  ihe  wolf  had  his  lair; 

And  watched  all  our  gambols,  and  envied  our 

play, 
And  meant  us  to  kill,  if  we  came  in  his  way. 

8  The  hills  and  the  meadows  are  not  always  green. 
The  sky  that  is  o'er  us,  not  always  serene ; 
But  the  cloud  and  storm,  and  the  winter  so  cold, 
All  make  us  so  glad,  when  we're  safe  in  the  fold. 


LEE  AVEXLE   COLLECTION.  93 

4  Oh !  then,  gentle  sheplierds,  forget  not  our  claims, 
Since  Jesus  has  charged  you  to  care  for  the  lambs; 
"We  want  to  be  led  in  the  steps  of  the  flock, 
And  rest  us,  at  noon,  in  the  shade  of  the  RoCK. 


98.        Did  the  Saviour  die  for  Children  ?      8s  &  ?& 

S.  S.  Concert  Hymns,  35. 

1  pO^IE,  beloved  teachers,  tell  us, 
^     Can  a  holy  God  forgive  ? 
Did  the  Saviour  die  for  children, 

May  we  look  to  hirn  and  live  I 
Is  his  sceptre  still,  extended  ? 

Can  we  touch  and  be  forgiven  ? 
"Will  our  praying,  weeping,  knocking, 

Ever  ope  the  gate  of  Heaven  ? 

2  Tell  us,  are  our  souls  immortal  ? 

Shall  we  live  beyond  the  grave  ? 
On  eternity's  dark  ocean. 

Can  we  And  an  arm  to  save  ? 
"When  on  earth  the  Saviour  sojourned, 

Little  children  shared  his  love  ; 
Teachers,  does  he  still  regard  us, 

Now  that  he  has  gone  above  ? 
Must  we  wait  till  we  are  older, 

Ere  we  give  our  hearts  away  ? 
Teachers,  tell  us  you  are  willing, 

We  should  come  to  Christ  to-day? 


?4:  LEB  AVENUE  COLIECTION. 

•dut  Loving-kindiiess.  L.  M. 

Boys' and  Girls'  Singing  Boolt,  144. 

1  A  WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  j 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee — 
His  loviug-kindness,  oh !  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 

Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate — 
His  loving-kindness,  oh !  how  great  I 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along — 

His  loving-kindness,  oh  1  how  strong  1 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud. 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood — 
His  loving-kindness,  oh  I  how  good  1 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

G  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh  I  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  m  death. 


LEE  AYENUE   COLLECTION.  96 


100 


Feed  my  Lambs.  P.  H. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  28. 

•*  "FEED  my  lambs  !"  how  condoscGndmg, 
How  compassionato  the  grace 
Of  the  Saviour,  just  ascending, 
Thus  to  bless  our  infant  race. 
"  Lov'st  thou  tlij  Saviour  ?  feed  my  lambs." 

EiicliGst  treasure,  dearest  token, 

From  his  stores  of  love  to  give ; 
Kept  from  ago  to  age  unbroken, 
Till  its  bount}-  v/e  receive. 
"  Lov'st  thou  thy  Saviour  ?  feed  my  lambs." 

TVho,  without  that  word  of  blessing, 
Could  our  dark  estate  have  told? 
Sin  and  woe  our  souls  distressing, 
Lost  and  wandering  from  his  fold  ? 
"Lov'st  thou  thy  Saviour?  feed  my  lambs." 


Feed  my  lambs!"  ye  pastors,  hear  it; 

Feed  the  flock  of  his  own  hand : 
Oh  !  for  him,  for  us,  revere  it ; 

Keep  the  Shepherd's  last  command, 
'  Lov'st  thou  thy  Saviour  ?  feed  my  lamba.* 


96 


LEE  AYEXUE   COLLECTIOX. 


101.  The  Lambs  of  tlie  Flock.  P.  M. 

S.  S.  Concert  Hymns,  54. 

1  XyE'RE  the  lambs  of  the  flock,  and  no  danger 
''  we  fear, 

"When  the  voice  and  the  call  of  our  Shepherd  wo 
hear, 
Then  we  follow,  then  we  follow,  then  we 
follow,  follow,  follow,  follow, 
In  the  steps  of  the  flock,  when  the  Shepherd  we 
hear. 


LEE  AVEXTTE   COLLECTION".  9T 

2  Wp  are  tiny  and  weak,  but  our  Shepherd  is  strong; 
From  the  wolves  he  defeudeth  us  all  the  day  long; 

If  we  follow,  &c. 
In  the  track  of  his  chosen  ones  aU  the  day  long. 

3  The  pastures  are  green,   and  the  flowers  bloom 

around ; 
By  the  side  of  still  waters  he  lets  us  lie  down ; 

Then  we  follo\v,  &c. 
Then  we  follow  his  call,  when  the  flowers  bloom 

around. 

4  Oh  !  that  all  the  dear  lambs  had  a  heart  to  reply, 
"When  the  great  Shepherd  calls  from  his  mansions 

on  high  ; 
"  W-e  will  follow,  &c. 
We  will  follow  the  Lamb  to  nis  fold  in  the  sky." 


102.  0  Happy,  Happy  Child  !  P.  M 


Sabbnth-School  Concert  Hymns,  71, 

T  SATV  a  child  kneel  down, 

-^    And  fold  his  little  hands  to  pray ; 

His  mother  waited  by  his  side, 

And  taught  him  wl  at  to  say; 
Little  lie  knew  of  all  he  saw — 
His  mother's  word  to  him  was  law. 

0  happy,  happy  child  ! 

Trusting  and  guileless  as  the  day ; 
He  sometimes,  of  his  own  accord, 

Folded  his  hands  to  pray ; 
Would  you  be  blessed  ?  be  guileless,  mild, 
And  trusting  as  this  little  child. 


98  LEE   AVENUE  COLLECTION. 


103, 


The  Sinner's  Invitation.  6s  &  73. 

Brooklyn  Aaniveisary  Hymns,  1S5J. 

1  pHILDREX,  come,  will  you  come, 
^  Hear  the  Saviour  proclaiming ; 
I  have  purchased  a  home 

In  the  mansions  of  heaven, 
Por  each  sin-stricken  soul 

Who  has  fled  to  the  fountain 
Flowing  forth  from  my  side, 

As  I  hung  on  the  mountain. 

2  There  the  angels  so  bright 

Listen  pleased  to  the  stgry ; 
As  the  saints  clothed  in  white, 

Sing  aloud  of  his  glory.  , 
There  no  siti  nor  dismay, 

Neither  trouble  nor  sorrow, 
Will  be  felt  for  a  day, 

Nor  feared  for  the  morrow. 

3  He's  prepared  you  a  home — 

Childi'en  will  you  believe  it  ? 
And  invites  you  to  come — 

Children,  will  you  receive  it? 
Oh!  come,  children,  come, 

For  tiie  tide  is  receding, 
And  the  Saviour  will  soon 

And  forever  cease  pleading. 


104.  "Come,  Children,  Come."  P.M. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  35. 

1  pOME,  children,  come,  G-od  bids  you  come. 
^     Come  and  learn  to  sing  the  story 

Of  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 
Come, 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTIOJT.  99 

2  Come,  children,  come,  Christ  bids  you  come, 

Early  sock  his  face  and  favor, 
Love  and  serve  your  blessed  Saviour, 
Come,  come,  come,  come,  children,  come. 

3  Come,  children,  come,  the  Spirit  says  come, 

Come  with  Zion's  sons  and  daughters, 
To  the  spring  of  living  waters, 
Come,  come,  come,  come,  children,  come. 

4  Come,  children,  come,  all  bid  you  come, 

Come  unite  your  hearts  and  voices, 
Listening  heaven  then  rejoices, 
Come,  come,  come,  come,  children,  come. 

5  Come,  children,  come,  make  heaven  your  home, 

Then  though  earthly  ties  may  sever, 
You  may  live  with  Christ  forever, 
Come,  come,  come,  come,  children,  come. 


105.  Come  to  the  Mercy-Seat.  S.  M. 

Bradbury'3  S.  S.  Melodies,  8& 

1  POME  to  the  mercy-seat, 

^  Come  to  the  place  of  prayer ; 
Come,  little  children,  to  His  feet, 
In  whom  ye  live  and  are, 


Come  to  your  God  in  prayer, 

Come  to  your  Saviour  now, 
"While  youthful  skies  are  bright  and  fiuay 

And  health  is  on  your  brow. 


100  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

3  Come  in  the  name  of  Him 
Who  all  your  sorrows  bore, 
Who  ever  lives  to  pardon  sin, 
And  will  be  sought  by  prayer. 


106.  Come  to  the  Saviour.  P.  M. 

Linden  H«rp,  86. 

1  rjI^R  Saviour  bids  the  children  come; 
^  He  bids  us  come  to  him  ; 

And,  as  in  other  days,  he  spreads 
His  arms  to  take  us  in. 

0  Saviour !  dear  Saviour  I 

0  joy  of  the  blest ! 
How  I  long  to  be  thine, 
In  bright  glory  to  shiue, 
And  be  forever  at  rest ! 

2  Forever  blessed  be  his  name ; 

No  earthly  love  like  his  ; 
Oh !  may  it  draw  our  hearts  to  him, 
And  to  the  world  of  bliss. 
0  Saviour!  &c. 

3  There  may  "we  come  at  last,  to  sing 

in  nobler  strains,  his  praise  ; 
And  join  the  little  ones  who  stand 
Before  our  Father's  face. 
0  Saviour!  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  101 

107.  Little  Children,  Jesus  calls  You.         P.  SL 

Braibury's  S.  S.  Cinii,  107. 

1  T  ITTLE  children,  Jesus  calls  you, 
-^     Listen  to  his  blessed  voice ; 
Sinners  try  in  vain  to  shun  it, 

Christians  hail  it  and  rejoice 

Come  then,  children,  join  to  sing 
Glory  to  our  Saviour  King. 

2  Little  children,  come  to  Jesus  ; 

See  him  still  inviting  stand : 
Hark  !  he  bids  you  leave  destruction, 
Calls  you  to  the  Better  Land. 
Come  then,  &c. 

3  Little  children,  look  to  Jesus  • 

Look  to  Jesus,  look  and  live; 
Jesus  suffered  death  to  save  you, 
Freest  pardon  he  will  give. 
Come  then.  &c. 


108.  Come,  haste  to  the  Saviour.  P.  M. 

Linden  Harp,  98, 

1    POME,  youthful  sinners,  come,  haste  to  the  Sav- 
^         iour. 

Come,  ye  young  wanderers,  cling  to  his  side ; 
Kneel  at  his  mercy-seat,  sue  for  his  favor, 

Lambs  of  his  bosom  for  whom  he  hath  died. 
How  fair  is  grace,  the  young  bosom  adorning  ^ 

What  robe  so  pure  as  the  raiment  of  truth  ? 
Come  to  his  temple  gate,  come  in  life's  morning ; 

Give  up  your  souls  to  the  Guide  c^  your  7outh. 


102  LEE   AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

2  Can  ye  find  pleasure  in  pathways  unholy  ? 

Hope  yc  for  wisdom  in  wand'riug  from  God? 
Sorrow  and  shame  wait  the  voi'ries  of  folly, 

Earth  has  no  comfort  not  found  in  his  blood. 
Has  he  not  died  for  you?  gaze  on  his  passion  : 

There  see  the  tokens  of  sorrow  and  love  ; 
Lives  he  not  now  ibr  you  ?  Jesus  the  ."Saviour, 

Bled  and  ascended  to  crown  you  above. 


109.  "ComcvjitoHe."  P.M., 

S.  S.  fonwrt  Hj-am*,  49. 

^0  the  wandering?  and  the  weary, 
Everywhere,  on  land  and  sea, 
Jesus  calls  in  tones  of  mercy, 

"  Come  unto  me,  come  unto  me." 


T 


2  From  our  home,  our  household  altar, 
"When  our  father  bends  iho  knee. 
Oft  we  hear  a  voice  inviting, 

"  Come  unto  me,"  &c. 

3  Wlien,  at  night,  upon  our  pillow, 
"We  have  prayed  our  prayer  to  thee, 
Then  we  telt  the  word,  unspoken, 

"  Come  unto  me,"  &c. 

4  Oft  we  hear  it  when  our  teachers 
Talk  to  us  of  Calvary  ; 

In  our  hearts  its  tones  reecho, 
"  Come  unto  me,"  &c. 

6  "When  we  pass  death's  troubled  river, 
Calm  and  peaceful  it  will  be ; 
If  we  hear  that  voice  of  voices, 
"  Come  unto  me,"  &c. 


LES  AVENUE  COLLECTION.  103 


110,  To-day  the  Saviour  calls.  Gs  &  4s. 

Bi-adburj-'s  S.  S.  Choir,  t. 

AY  the  Saviour  calls, 
Ye  wanderers  come  ; 
0  ye  benighted  souls  ! 
Why  longer  roam  ? 


TO-DA 


2  To-day  the  Saviour  calb ! 

Tor  refuge  fly ; 
The  storm  of  vengeance  falls ; 
Ruin  is  nigh. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  I 

Oh-!  listen  now: 
Within  these  sacred  -walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day  1 

Yield  to  his  power; 
Oh !  grieve  him  not  away, 
'Tis  mercy's  hour. 


111.  Invitation.  83  &  7s. 

Suaday-School  Harmonist,  156. 

]    pOME,  ye  children,  stop  no  longer; 
^     Come  unto  the  Saviour  now ; 
Wait  not  till  your  sins  grow  stronger; 
Now  to  God  for  mercy  bow : 

Come  to  the  Lord,  and  seek  for  glory, 

Sing  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name ; 
Listen  to  the  joyful  story, 

Christ  the  Lord  wiU  come  to  reign. 


104  LEE   AYENUE   COLLECTION. 

.    2  In  the  garden  see  him  bleeding ! 

For  your  sins  he  suffered  much  1 
Now  with  God  he's  interceding, 

If  his  wounds  your  hearts  can  touch  : 
Come  to  the  Lord,  &c. 


112.  "  Hark !  those  happy  Voices."       Ts  &  3& 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  4ft. 

1  TIARK,  those  happy  voices,  saying, 
^^  Yet  there's  room, 

Sinner,  come, 
Heaven's  call  obeying. 

2  Now  the  feast  is  spread  before  them, 

Wait  no  more, 

Grace  implore. 

Peace  shall  then  come  over  thee. 


113.  The  Heavenly  Guide.  P. : 

Bradburj-'s  S.  S.  Choir,  6. 

1  pOME.  children,  to  the  promised  land, 
^         The  promised  land, 
"We'll  rest  upon  its  golden  strand, 

Its  golden  strand ; 
Should  fears  their  onward  march  delay, 
Who  seek  a  country  far  away  ? 


LEE   AYENUE   COLLECTION.  10ft 

2  Though  wide  the  wastes  that  round  us  lie, 

That  rouud  us  lie, 
And  rough  our  pathway  to  the  sky, 

Rough  to  the  sky ; 
Though  there  be  foes  on  every  side, 
Fear  not — we  have  a  heavenly  guide. 

3  One  who  has  trod  the  path  before, 

The  path  before, 
And  stood  on  Jordan's  further  shore, 

Its  furtaer  shore ; 
"Wlien  for  our  sakes  he  crossed  the  flood, 
And  dyed  its  waters  with  his  blood. 

4  He  knows  each  danger  and  each  snare, 

He  knows  each  snare ; 
Unfailing  are  his  love  and  care, 

His  love  and  care ; 
And  we  are  safe  whate'er  betide, 
"When  Jesus  is  our  heavenly  Guide. 


••  Forsaking  all  for  Christ.  8s  &  7a. 

New  Lute  o/Zion,  386. 

1  TE3Uo,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
"  All  to  leave  and  follow  thee; 
Kaked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  froai  hence,  my  all  shalt  be ; 
Perish  every  fond  ambition. 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  mine  own. 


106  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECnON. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 

They  have  left  ray  Saviour  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might ; 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer, 
Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 

Grod's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

*  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care, 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear ; 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee, 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee; 

ChDd  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 


115.  Sabbatli  Morn.  C.  M. 

Simdny-School  Advocate,  Vol.  15,  104. 

1  'TIS  sweet,  when  Sabbath  morn  returns,        , 
■^     To  join  the  youthful  band, 
And  raise  a  grateful  song  to  him, 
"Who  guides  us  with  his  hand: 


LEE   AYENtlE   COLLECTIOif,  lOt 

The  noisy  world  sends  gentler  sounds, 

Heaven's  music  fills  the  air, 
And  tells  in  soft  and  soothing  strains, 
A  Sabbath  everywhere: 

Oh  !  is  it  not  a  ricli  repast, 

Spread  by  our  Father's  love— 
A  feast  to  bless  the  weary  soul, 
And  raise  the  heart  above  ? 

2  'Ti3  sweet  in  early  joyful  notes 

To  praise  our  Saviour's  name  ; 
'Tis  sweeter  still  to  glow  with  lovo 

And  feel  the  heavenly  flame; 
It  fires  the  soul  with  strong  desire 

To  reach  those  upper  skies, 
"Where  one  unbroken  Sabbath  reigns, 

And  pleasure  never  dies. 
Oh  1  is  it  not,  &c. 

3  The  Sabbath  morn,  sweet  Sabbath  mom, 

We  greet  thy  rising  sun, 
And  to  the  duties  of  the  day 

With  fresh  deliglit  we  run 
To  dwell  within  thy  temple,  Lord, 

Where  heavenly  blessings  fall ; 
Not  earth  such  pure  delights  can  give 

'Tis  better  far  than  all. 
Oh  1  is  it  not,  &e. 

4  Hail !  gracious  gift,  by  Grod  designed, 

A  day  of  peace  and  rest. 
To  keep  us  trav'lers  on  our  road, 
And  make  u.t  truly  blest. 


lOS  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

If  others  choose  in  sin  and  toil 
To  \^^aste  their  hours  away, 

We'll  love  with  fond  and  grateful  hearts, 
The  precious  Sabbath  day. 
Oh  I  is  it  not,  &c. 


H' 


16.  Sunday  Hymn.  P.  M. 

Sunday-School  Advouata,  Vol.  15,  48li 

APPY,  happy  Sunday, 
Thou  day  of  peace  and  heaven, 
'Tis  fit  we  should  give  one  day 

To  God  who  gives  us  seven. 
Though  other  daj-s  bring  sadness, 

Thou  biddst  us  cease  to  mourn ; 
Then  hail,  thou  day  of  gladness  1 

I  welcome  thy  return. 

2  Happy,  happy  Sunday, 
We  win  not  toil  to-day ; 

But  leave  to  busy  Monday 
Our  work,  and  toys,  and  play. 

Thy  face  is  ever  smiling, 
Thou  fairest  of  the  seven  I 

They  only  speak  of  toiling, 
But  thou  of  rest  and  heaven. 

3  Happy,  happy  Sunday, 
Thy  holy  hours  I  prize ; 

Thou  art,  indeed,  heaven's  own  day, 

The  emblem  of  the  skies. 
May  I,  0  Lord !  inherit 

That  rest  when  life  is  o'er; 
And  with  each  perfect  spirit 

Adore  thee  evermore. 


LEE  ATENUE   COLLECTION.  10« 


117.      "How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me."  8s. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  85. 

1  IJOW  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 
^^     The  day  when  the  Saviour  arose  ; 
'Tis  lieaven  his  beauties  to  see, 

And  in  liis  soft  arms  to  repose. 
He  knows  I  am  weak  and  defiled, 

My  hfe  is  but  empty  and  vain ; 
But  if  he  will  make  me  his  child, 
•  I'll  never  forsake  him  ao:aiii. 


This  day  he  invites  me  to  come, 

How  kindly  he  bids  me  draw  near  I 
He  offers  me  heaven  for  home. 

And  wipes  off  the  penitent  tear : 
He  offers  to  pardon  my  sin, 

And  keep  me  from  every  snare, 
To  sprinkle  and  cleanse  me  within, 

And  show  me  his  tenderest  care. 

I  can  not,  I  must  not  refuse  ; 

His  goodness  has  conquered  my  heart ; 
The  Lord  for  my  portion  I  choose. 

And  bid  all  of  my  folly  depart. 
How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  day  my  Redeemer  arose ! 
'lis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see. 

And  in  Lis  soft  arms  to  repose. 


110  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 


118.  The  Sabbath.  lla. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  )  *. 

1  IJOW  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of  test ; 
-*"*■  The  day  of  the  v/eek  which  I  surely  love  best ; 
The  morning  ray  Saviour  arose  from  the  tomb, 
And  took  from  the  grave  all  its  terror  and  gloom. 

2  Ob  1  let  me  be  thoughtful  and  prayerful  to-day, 
And  not  spend  a  minute  in  trilling  or  play ; 
Rememb'ring  tiiese  seasons  were  graciously  giyeu 
To  teach  me  to  seek,  and  prepare  me  for  heaven. 

3  In  the  house  of  my  God,  in  his  presence  and  fear, 
When  I  worship  to-day,  may  it  all  be  sincere ; 

In  the  school  when  I  learn,  may  I  do  it  with  care, 
And  be  grateful  to  those  who  watch  over  me  there, 

4  Instruct  me,  my  Saviour ;  a  child  though  I  be, 
I  am  not  too  young  to  be  noticed  by  thee ; 
Renew  all  my  heart,  keep  me  firm  in  thy  ways, 

I  would  love  thee,  and  serve  thee,  and  give  thee 
the  praise. 


119.  Happy  Day.  P.  M. 

Brooklyn  Anniversary  Hymns,  18M, 

1  PRESERVED  by  thine  Almighty  power, 
^      0  Lord,  our  Maker — Saviour — King  1 
And  brought  to  see  this  happy  hour, 
We  come  thy  praises  here  to  sing. 
Happy  day,  happy  dav. 
Here  in  thy  courts  we'll  gladly  stay, 
And  at  thy  footstool  humbly  pray. 
That  thou  wuuldst  take  our  sins  away. 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Christ  shall  wash  our  sms  away. 


LEE  AVEXUE   COLLECTION.  Ill 

2  We  praisa  thee  for  thy  constant  care, . 

For  life  preserved,  for  mercies  given, 
Oh!  may  we  still  those  mercies  share, 
And  taste  the  joys  of  sins  forgiven. 
Happy  day,  &c, 

3  And  when  on  earth  our  days  are  done, 

Grant,  Lord,  that  we  at  length  may  join, 
Teachers  and  scholars  round  thy  throne, 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  lamb. 
Happy  day,  &c. 


120.  ."Swest  Spices."  11b. 

Bradburj-'s  S.  S.  Choir.  119. 

1  QWEET  spices  they  brought  on  their  star-lighted 

way, 
And  came  to  the  grave  by  the  dawning  of  day : 

2  "  Yet  who  will  the  stone  from  the  sepulchre  roll  ?" 
They  said,  as  the  tear  from  their  weeping  eyes 

stole. 

3  The  stone  is  removed,  and  the  Saviour  is  gone  : 
Oh  1  hail,  ye  disciples,  this  bright  Sabbath  morn  ; 

4  Lift,  lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
Your  Master  has  risen,  and  ye  shall  not  die. 

a  May  Christ  now  appear,  as  to  Mary  he  came, 
And  fill  every  bosom  with  piety's  flame ; 

6  Then  heaven's  bright  glories  we  soon  shall  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  so  peaceful  be  useless  and  vain. 


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121.  "Our  Little  Brother's"  Song.        P.M. 

1  WHEN"  first  my  eyes  beheld  the  hght, 

Who  said  those  Kttle  eyes  were  bright, 
And  that  I  was  her  heart's  dehght  ? 
My  mother. 

2  Wlio  fed  me  from  her  gentle  breast, 
And  hushed  me  in  her  arms  to  rest, 
And  on  my  cheek  sweet  kisses  pressed? 

My  mother. 

3  "When  sleep  forsook  my  open  eye, 
Who  was  it  sung  sweet  lullaby, 

And  rocked  me,  that  I  should  not  cry  ? 
My  mother. 


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4  Who  ran  to  help  ma  when  I  fell, 
And  would  sonao  pretty  story  tell, 
Or  kiss  the  place  to  make  it  well  7 

My  mother. 

5  Who  taught  my  iiifont  lips  to  pray, 
And  love  G-od's  holy  book  and  day, 
And  walk  in  wisdom's  pleasant  way  ? 

My  mother. 

6  And  can  I  ever  cease  to  be 
Affectionate  and  kiud  to  thee, 
Who  wast  so  very  kind  to  me, 

My  mother  ? 

7  Oh !  no ;  the  thought  I  could  not  bear ; 
And  if  God  please  my  life  to  spare, 

I  hope  I  shall  reward  thy  care, 
My  mother. 


-o  ^.      The  Little  Boy's  Song-  to  his  Mother.     P.  M, 

Boj-3'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  138. 

1  TTOW  sweetly  does  the  time  fly, 
When  to  please  my  mother,  I 
With  all  my  heart  and  strength  try. 

For  love  says  so. 
My  heart  it  feels  so  sprightly, 
It  makes  me  step  so  lightly, 
When  I  for  her  do  rightly. 
What  cheerful  days  I  know. 
Iiight  may  her  heart  be,  her  heart  be,  her  heart  be, 
Light  may  her  heart  be,  for  love  says  so. 


114  LEE  AYENTJE   COLLECTIOH', 

2  Happy  may  my  mother  be, 
Evermore  from  sorrow  free  ; 
"Welcome  news  'twill  be  to  me, 

For  love  says  so. 
May  blessings  be  imparted 
To  friends  like  us  true-hearted, 
And  may  we  ne'er  be  parted, 
Where'er  through  lite  we  go. 
Light  may  her  heart  be,  &a 

3  Our  comforts  may  not  always  stay, 
But  whenever  comes  the  day, 

I  will  chase  her  griefs  away — 

Tis  love  says  so. 
For  what  can  be  more  cheering  ? 
The  voice  of  love  while  hearing, 
"With  tokens  most  endearing, 
That  hearts  of  love  bestow. 

Light  may  her  heart  be,  &c. 

4  To  comfort  her  I'll  ever  try, 
Then  let  all  earthly  comforts  fly — 
Will  look  to  a  dear  Friend  on  high, 

Who  loves  us  so. 
This  blessing,  if  imparted 
To  friends  like  us  true-hearted, 
We  never  can  be  parted — 
"l^hat  joyful  news  to  know  1 

Light  shall  our  hearts  be,  &a 


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123.  The  Good  Siiepherd.  lis  &  108. 

Plymouth  CiJltction,  233. 

1  THE  Lord  is  my  ShopUerd.  he  makes  me  repose 

"Where  the  pastures  ia  beauty  are  growing, 
He  leads  me  afar  from  the  world  and  its  woes, 
Where  in  peace  the  still  waters  are  flowing. 

2  He  strengthens  my  spirit,  he  shows  me  the  path, 

Where  the  arms  of  his  love  shall  enfold  me, 
And  when  I  walk  through    the  dark  valley  ci 
death, 
His  rod  and  his  staflf  wiU  uphold  me  1 


124.  The  Lord  is  our  Shepherd.  lis. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singin=f  Book,  115. 

1  THE  Lord   is  our  Shepherd,  our  guardian  and 
■*■         guide ; 

Whatever  we  want  he  will  kindly  provide  : 
To  sheep  of  his  pasture  his  mercies  abound. 
His  care  and  protection  his  flock  will  surrouad 

I  The  Lord  is  our  Shepherd;  what  then  shall  we 

fear  ? 
What  danger  can  frighten  us  while  he  is  near? 
Nor  when  the  time  calls  us  to  walk  through  the 

vale 
Of  the  shadow  of  death,  shall  our  hearts  ever  fail. 

5  Though  afraid  of  ourselves  to  pursue  the  dark  way, 
His  rod  and  his  staff  shall  be  comfort  and  stay  ; 
For  we  know  by  his  guidance,  when  once  it  is 

passed. 
To  a  fountain  of  life  it  will  bring  us  at  last. 


IIG  LEE   AVEXUE   COLLECTIOr. 

4  The  Lord  has  become  our  salvation  and  song, 
His  blessing  have  followed  us  all  our  life  long, 
His   name  will   wo  praise   while   we   have    any 

breath, 
Be  cheerful  in  life  and  happy  in  death. 


G' 


125.  God  is  near  Thee.  P.K. 

NonnmlSli)««r,aik 

LOD  is  near  thee, 

Tlioreforo  cheer  thee, 
Sad  soul  1 
He'll  defend  thee       • 
When  around  tht-o 
Billows  roll. 

2  Calm  thy  sadness  I 
Look  in  gladness 

On  high  1 
Faint  and  weary 
Pilgrim,  cheer  thee! 

Help  is  nigh  I 

3  Mark  the  sea-bird, 
Wildly  wheeling 

Through  the  skies ; 
God  defends  him ! 
God  attends  him 

When  he  cries  I 

4  God  is  near  thee, 
Therefore  cheer  thee, 

Sad  soul ! 
He'll  defend  thee 
When  aroimd  tliee, 

BUlowsrollI 


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126.  "  There's  not  a  Tint."  C.  M. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  38. 

1  THERE'S  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose, 
■^     Or  decks  the  li]y  fair, 

'.         Or  streaks  the  hu;nblest  flower  that  blows, 
I  But  Grod  has  plaoed  it  there. 

2  There's  not  of  grass  a  single  blade, 

Or  leaf  of  loveliest  green, 
"Where  heavenly  skill  is  not  displayed, 
And  heavenly  wisdom  seen, 

3  There's  not  a  star  whose  t\vinklin_^  light 

Shines  on  the  distant  earth. 
And  cheers  the  silent  gloom  of  night, 
But  heaven  gave  it  birth. 

4  There's  not  a  place  on  earth's  vast  round, 

In  ocean's  deep,  or  air, 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found, 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

5  Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 

Wherever  space  extends. 
There  God  displays  his  boundless  love, 
I .  And  power  with  mercy  blends. 


127.  Come,  Children,  Join  to  Sing.  P.  3SL 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  B</ok,  108, 

1  pOME,  children,  join  to  sing, 
^         Hallelujah!  Amen  I 
Loud  praise  to  Christ  our  King, 

Hallelujah !  Amen  1 
Let  all  with  heart  and  voice 
Before  his  throne  rejoice  ; 
Praise  is  his  gracious  choice. 

Hallelujah!  Amen  I 


118  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION, 

S  Come,  lift  your  hearts  on  high, 
Hallelujah!  Amen! 

Let  praises  till  the  sky, 
Hallelujah !  Amen ! 

He  is  our  guide  and  friend, 

To  us  he'll  condescend ; 

His  love  shall  never  end, 
Hallelujah !  Amen ! 

3  Praise  yet  the  Lord  again, 
Hallelujah !  Amen  I 

Life  shall  not  end  the  strain, 
Hallelujah!  Amen! 

On  heaven's  blissful  shore 

His  goodness  we'll  adore  ; 

Singiog  for  evermore, 
Hallelujah!  Amen! 


128.       Christ  Enthroned  and  "Worshipped.       P.  K 

Sacred  Melodie*. 

1  TTARK 1  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
■^     Sound  the  notes  of  praise  above ; 
Jesus  reigns  and  heaven  rejoices, 
Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  lovo; 
See  !  he  sits  on  yonder  throne, 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

Hallelujah  1  hallelujah !  hallelujah  I  Amen ! 

3  Jesus  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 
All  above,  and  gives  it  worth — 
Lord  of  life  !  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth ; 
"When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord  I  we  own  it  love  divine ! 
Hallelujah!  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION.  11^ 

3  King  of  glory !  reign  forever ! 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown ; 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  tliine  own- 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 
Hallelujah  I  &c. 

4  Saviour !  hasten  thine  appearing  I 

Bring,  oh  !   brhag  the  glorious  day, 
"When  the  awful  summons  hearing. 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  ; 
Then  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing, 
"  Glory^  glory  to  our  Kuag  !" 
Hallelujah!  &c. 


129.  Let  OS  with  a  Gladsome  Mind.  P.  SL 

Sacred  Melodie*. 

1  T  ET  US,  with  a  gladsome  mind. 

Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kindj 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Children,  come,  extol  his  might. 
Join  with  saints  and  angels  bright; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

S  AU  our  wants  he  doth  supply, 
Loves  to  hear  our  humble  cry ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faitaful,  ever  sure. 


120  LEE  aye^zt:  collection. 

4  He  of  old  our  fathers  blessed, 
Led  them  to  the  land  of  rest ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

6  His  own  Son  he  sent  to  die, 
Us  to  raise  to  joys  on  high  ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure , 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

6  Let  us,  then,  with  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind  ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


130.  Let  us,  with  a  Joyful  Mind.  P.  It 

School  Singer,  IM. 

1  T  ET  US,  with  a  joyful  mind, 

^     Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 
Hallelujah!  Amen! 

2  He,  with  all-commanding  might. 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 
Hallelujah!  Amen! 

3  All  things  living  he  doth  feed, 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  liaithful,  ever  sure. 

Hallelujah!  Amen  I 


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4  He  his  chosen  race  did  bless, 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Hallelujah!  Amen  I 

5  He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye, 
Looked  upon  our  misery  ; 
Fgr  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faitliful,  ever  sure. 

Hallelujah!  Amen! 

6  Let  us,  then,  with  joyful  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Hallelujah  I  Amen  I 


131.  "  Endless  Praises." 

Sacred  Melodluk 

1  "pNDLESS  praises  to  our  God, 

Ever  be  his  name  adored. 

2  Angels  crown  him,  crown  the  Lamb, 
He  is  worthy,  praise  his  name. 

3  Saints  adore  him  for  his  grace 
To  our  gunty,  fallen  race. 

4  Saints  and  angels  joui  to  smg 
Glory  to  our  God  and  King. 


122  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

132*  Gratitude  to  the  Savioiir.  P.  IL 

Sacred  IklelodlM. 

1  pOME,  every  pious  heart, 

^'     That  loves  the  Saviour's  name ; 
Your  noblest  powers  exert 

To  celebrate  his  fome  ; 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  his  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside —  . 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died ; 
"What  he  endured,  oh !  who  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  deuth  and  belli 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose — 

The  mansion  of  tlie  dead, 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led; 
Up  through  the  sky  the  Conqueror  rodev 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 


133.  Sabbath  Emplojrments.  L.  Bt 

Boys'  and  Girli'  Singing  Book,  12S. 

1  CWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
^  To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing^ 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  123 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  ray  breast : 
Oh  1  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  1 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  1 
How  deep  thy  counsels  1  how  divine  ! 

4  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
"When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed. 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  "I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below  ; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


134.         Safely  through  another  "Week.  Tla, 

Plymouth  Collection,  14. 

1  CjAFELY  through  another  week, 

^     God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

"Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  "While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace 

Through  tlie  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconcQed  face. 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

As  we  meet,  thy  name  to  praise, 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near ; 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes 
While  we  in  thy  house  appear  : 

There  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 

Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

May  the  Gospel's  joyfiil  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  from  all  complaints  ; 

Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 

Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 


Hymn  for  Sabbath  day.  P.  M. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Boole,  lO*. 

TESUS,  we  love  to  meet, 

^  On  this  thy  holy  day, 

TTe  worship  round  thy  seat, 

On  this  thy  holy  day. 
Thou  tender,  heavenly  Friend, 
To  thee  our  prayers  asccod.  • 

O'er  our  young  spirits  bend. 

On  this  thy  li  )ly  a.;y. 

"We  dare  not  trifle  now. 

On  this  thy  holy  day. 
In  silent  awe  we  bow, 

On  this  thy  holy  day. 
Check  every  wandering  thought^ 
And  let  us  all  be  taught 
To  serve  thee  as  we  ought, 

On  this  thy  holy  daj. 


136. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  125 

3  We  listen  to  thy  word, 

On  this  thy  holy  day. 
Bless  all  that  we  have  heard, 

On  this  thy  holy  day. 
GrO  with  us  when  we  part. 
And  to  each  youthful  heart 
Thy  saving  grace  impart, 

On  this  thy  holy  day 


Children  of  the  Sabbath-School.         P.  M» 

/nilLDREN  of  the  Sabbath-school, 

^     Sweet  be  your  numbers ; 

Loud  proclaim  your  Maker's  name, 
Now  repeat  his  wonders  ; 

Sing  the  blessings  of  our  land, 

Given  by  a  Father's  hand  ; 

On  this  your  festal  day, 

Raise,  raise  the  happy  lay. 

Shout  the  strain,  the  notes  prolong, 
Joyful  be  the  lay  and  song, 
Till  around  the  throne  above, 
We  shall  sing  a  Saviour's  love. 
We  shall  sing  a  Saviour's  love 
In  those  heavenly  realms  above, 
When  through  G-od's  eternal  Son, 
Vict'rv  over  death  is  won. 


2  The  good  Shepherd  calls  you  now. 
Playmate,  sister,  brother, 
Come,  amid  these  sacred  scenes, 
Praise  your  heavenly  Father ; 


126  LEE  AYENUE   COLLECTION. 

He  permits  you  here  to  meet, 
Kindly  guides  your  erring  feet ; 
Then  sing  your  earnest  praise, 
Pour  the  gladsome  lays. 

Shout  the  strain,  &c. 


137.  Sacred  Truth.  C.  M 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  134. 

1  1)E  sacred  truth,  ray  son,  thy  guide 

Until  thy  dying  day, 
Nor  turn  a  finger's  breadth  aside 
From  God's  appointed  way. 

2  Thy  heart  shall  then  be  free  and  hght, 

And,  near  the  crystal  spring, 

Thy  music  be  more  gay  and  bright 

Than  where  the  wicked  sing, 

3  For  oh  !  no  joy  that  man  shall  know 

"Who  bears  a  guilty  breast ; 
His  conscience  drives  him  to  and  fro, 
And  never  lets  him  rest. 

4  For  him  no  vernal  sunshine  smiles. 

No  gales  breathe  softly  round, 
And  in  the  grave,  that  home  of  rest, 
No  peace  for  him  is  found. 

5  Oh !  then,  be  sacred  truth  thy  guide 

Until  thy  dying  day  ; 
Nor  turn  a  finger's  breadth  aside 
From  God's  appointed  way. 


LEE  AVEXUE   COLLECTIOy.  12T 

138.  Look  Aloft.  P.  M, 

MusUal  Bonqaet,  220. 

1  TN  the  tempest  of  life,  when  the  wave  and  the 
■*•      gale 

Are  around  and  above,  if  thy  footing  should  fail, 
If  thine  eye  should  grown  dim,  and  thy  caution 
depart, 
Look  aloft,  look  aloft,  look  aloft,  look  alofc, 
Look  aloft  and  be  firm  and  coufidLng  of  heart, 
Look  aloft  and  be  firm,  and  confiding  of  heart. 

2  If  the  friend  who  embraced  in  prosperity's  glow, 
With  a  smile  for  each  joy  and  a  tear  for  each  woe, 
Should  b2tray  thee  when  sorrows  like  clouds  are 

arrayed,     ' 
Look  aloft  to  the  friendship  which  never  shall  fade. 
Look  aloft,  &c. 

S  Should  the  visions  which  hope  spreads  in  light  to 
thine  eye 
Like  the  tints  of  the  rainbow  be  s^vifter  to  fly, 
Then  turn,  and  through  tears  of  repentant  regret^ 
Look  aloft  to  the  Sun  that  is  never  to  set. 
Look  aloft,  &c. 

4  Should  they  who  are  dearest,  the  son  of  thy  heart — 
The  wife  of  thy  bosom — in  sorrow  depart; 

Look  aloft  from  the  darkness  and  dust  of  the  tomhi, 
To  the  soil  where  aflfection  is  ever  in  bloom. 
Look  aloft,  &c. 

5  And  oh!  when  death  comes,  in  his  terrors  to  cast 
His  fears  on  the  future,  his  pall  on  the  past, 

In  the  moment  of  darkness,  with  hope  in  thy  heart, 
And  a  smile  in  thine  eye,  look  aloft  and  depart 
Look  aloft,  &c. 


128  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

139.  Happy,  happy  meet  we  here.  7a, 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  lOL 

1  IJAPPT,  happy  meet  we  here — 
-O-  Blessed  Jesus,  be  thou  near; 
Let  our  pleasures  ever  be 

Only  those  approved  by  thee. 

Praise  the  Saviour's  precious  name — 
He  to  save  from  heaven  came— 

For  our  sins  did  bleed  and  die —  * 

Now  he  pleads  for  us  on  high. 

2  Happy,  happy  meet  we  here, 
Parents,  pastors,  teachers  dear;  . 
All  with  gladsome  heart  and  voice, 
Share  with  us  our  Sabbath  joys. 

Thanks  to  God  for  parents  kind ; 

Thanks  for  friends,  with  hearts  inclined 
Thus  to  guide  us  in  the  road. 
Leading  safely  up  to  God. 


140.  Buy  the  Truth.  7s  & 

S.  S.  Haimoniet,  81. 

1  r^O  thou  in  hfe's  fair  morning, 
^  Go  in  thy  bloom  of  youth, 
And  dig  for  thine  adorning 

The  precious  pearl  of  truth  : 
Secure  this  heav'nly  treasure 

And  bmd  it  on 'thy  heart, 
And  let  no  earthly  plea^sure 

E'er  cause  it  to  depart. 

2  Go,  while  the  day-star  shineth. 

Go  while  thy  heart  is  light ; 

Gro,  ere  thy  strength  declineth, 

X\r]iilB  every  sense  is  bright: 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  129 

Sell  all  thou  hast,  and  buy  it, 
'Tis  worth  all  earthly  things — • 

Rubies,  and  gold,  and  diamonds, 
Sceptres  and  crowns  of  kings. 

Go,  ere  the  cloud  of  sorrow 

Steal  o'er  the  bloom  of  youth ; 
Defer  not  till  to-morrow. 

Go  now  and  buy  the  truth ; 
Go,  seek  thy  great  Creator, 

Learn  early  to  be  wise ; 
Go,  place  upon  the  altar 

A  morning  sacrifice ! 


Mary  to  the  Saviour's  Tomb. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  I 

MA.RY  to  the  Saviours  tomb, 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn ; 
Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume, 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone ; 
For  awhile  she  ling'ring  stood, 

Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise ; 
Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 

Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled, 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice: 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead ; 

iSTow  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice ; 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day ! 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


130 


LEE    AVENUE   COLLECTION. 


...:&^^'M'^/li!''^'i^'M^^ 


142.  "I  Want  to  be  an  Angel."  7s  &  6a, 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  143. 

1  T  "WANT  to  be  an  angel, 
■^    And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  mv  hand ; 
There,  right  before  mj  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'd  wake  the  sweetest  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 


LEE  AYENUE   COLLECTION.  131 

I  never  would  be  wearj, 

Nor  ever  shed  a  tear, 
Nor  ever  know  a  sorrow, 

Nor  ever  ieel  a  fear  ; 
But  blessed,  pure,  and  bolj, 

I'd  dwell  in  Jesus'  sight, 
And  with  ten  thousand  thousands, 

Praise  him  both  day  and  night. 

I  know  I'm  weak  and  sinful, 

But  Jesus  wiU  forgive, 
For  manj  little  children 

Have  gone  to  heaven  to  live ; 
Dear  Saviour,  when  I  languish, 

And  lay  me  down  to  die, 
Oh  !  send  a  shining  angel, 

And  bear  me  to  the  skie^. 


14a.  Jesns,  Tender  Shepherd,  hear  us.  8g  &  7s  Double, 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  6C. 

1  TESUS,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  us  , 

Bless  thy  little  lambs  to-night ; 
Through  the  darkness  be  thou  near  us ; 

Keep  us  safe  till  morning  light ; 
All  this  day  thy  hand  has  led  us ; 

And  we  thank  thee  for  thy  care ; 
Thou  hast  clothed  us,  warmed  us,  fed  us, 

Listen  to  our  evening  prayer. 

2  May  our  sins  be  all  forgiven  ; 

Bless  the  friends  we  love  so  well ; 
Take  us,  when  we  die,  to  heaven. 
Happy  there  with  thee  to  dwell, 


132  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

May  our  sins  be  all  forgiven ; 

Bless  the  friends  we  love  so  well ; 
Take  us,  when  we  die,  to  heaven, 

Happy  there  with  thee  to  dwell. 


144 


"Come  unto  Me."  P.Jl 

Linden  Harp,  78, 
Air,  Long,  long  ago. 

1  pOME,  little  children,  oh!  come  unto  me; 
^     Oh !  will  you  come,  will  you  come  ? 
I'll  be  your  Saviour,  and  happy  yeu'll  be ; 

Oh !  will  you  come,  will  you  come  ? 
Ye  little  lambs,  I  invite  you  to  come. 
And  dwell  with  me  in  my  heavenly  home ; 
There  in  my  bosom  you  all  shall  find  room — 

Oh !  will  you  come,  will  you  come  ? 

2  Yes,  blessed  Jesus,  we'll  come  unto  thee  ; 

Oh !  we  will  come,  we  will  come : 
Thou  our  Protector  and  Saviour  shalt  be ; 

Oh !  we  will  come,  we  will  come. 
Guide  us,  dear  Saviour,  through  life's  dreary  way 
Soon  shall  we  come  to  that  glorious  day 
When  sin  and  sorrow  will  vanish  away— 

Oh !  we  will  come,  we  will  come. 

Response.  Ts&e* 

Linden  Harp,  IS, 
Air,  Watcher. 

1  We'll  come  while  yet  all  glowing 
The  dawai  of  life  appears, 
While  round  us  youth  is  throwing 
The  brightness  of  its  years ; 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  133 

We'll  come  while  hearts  are  lightest, 
And  thoughts  flow  pure  and  free  : 

"We'll  come  while  love  glows  brightest  ; 
Oh  !  yes,  well  come  to  thee. 

We'll  learn  to  sing  thy  praises. 

In  sweet  and  tuneful  song ; 
We'll  sing  the  love  that  saves  us. 

That  guides  our  steps  along. 
What  though  the  harps  all  golden 

The  heavens  with  music  fill — 
To  thee  the  songs  of  children 

Are  sweeter,  sweeter  stilL 

While  childhood's  hours  are  fleeting, 

We'll  gather  round  thy  shrine  ; 
When  life's  brief  day  is  setting, 

Still  shall  our  songs  be  thine. 
Oh !  then  in  joyful  chorus 

We  will  the  strains  prolong, 
And  tell  how  thou  didst  love  us 

In  sweeter,  nobler  song. 


'  How  Sweet  the  Infant  Song."  S.  M. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Clioir,  63. 

TIOW  sweet  the  infant  song, 
■*-*•    As  to  the  city's  gate. 
The  blessed  Jesus  rode  along, 
In  peaceful,  humble  state. 


134  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

146.  LitUe  Child's  Prayer.  6s  &  5a 

Coyi>  aod  Girls'  Sioging  B«ok,  S. 

1  JESUS,  tender  Saviour, 

'^     Ilast  thou  died  for  me  ? 
Make  me  vcr}'  thankful. 
In  my  heart  to  thee. 

2  When  the  sad,  sad  storj 

Of  thy  grief  1  read, 
Make  me  very  sorry 
i'or  my  sins  indeed. 

3  Now  I  know  thou  livest,    . 

And  dost  plead  for  me  ; 
Make  me  very  thankful 
In  my  prayers  to  thee. 

4  Soon  I  hope  in  glory 

At  thy  side  to  stand  ; 

Make  me  tit  to  meet  theo 

In  that  happy  land. 


147.  Child's  Prayer.  Ss  &  7* 

Siiniay-School  Hannoniit,  11. 

1  T  ORD  who  lovest  little  children, 

Unto  thee  we  como  to-day, 
Raise  our  voices  in  thanksgiving, 
While  we  bend  the  knee  to  pray. 

2  Through  another  week  thou'st  kept  ua^ 

Safely,  free  from  every  ill  : 
Fit  us,  while  on  earth  we  linger, 
Thy  commandments  to  fulfilL 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  135 

3  Though  we  all  are  sinful  children, 

Jesus  calls  us  by  his  love, 
Bidding  us  prepare  to  meet  him, 
At  the  throne  of  God  above. 

4  There  in  robes  of  spotless  whiteness, 

With  our  golden  harps  in  hand, 
Sweet  will  sound  the  song  of  gladness 
Coming  from  our  angel  band. 


Jesus  high  in  Glory.  6s  &  5sl 

Boys'  find  Girls'  Singing  Book,  S. 

1  TESUS,  high  in  glory, 

"     Lend  a  listening  ear ; 
"When  we  bow  before  thee, 
Infant  praises  hear. 

2  Though  thou  art  so  holj, 

Heaven's  almiglity  King, 
Thou  wilt  stoop  to  listen 
When  thy  praise  we  sing. 

3  We  are  little  children, 

Weak,  and  apt  to  stray ; 
Saviour,  guide  and  keep  us 
In  the  heavenly  way. 

4  Save  us.  Lord,  from  sinning, 

Watch  us  day  by  day  ; 
Help  us  now  to  love  thee. 
Take  our  sins  away. 

5  Then,  when  Jesus  calls  us 

To  our  heavenly  home, 
We  would  gladly  answer, 
"Saviour,  Lord!  we  cornel" 


1S6  LEE  AVE^T^E   COLLECTION. 

14".  Jesus,  see  a  little  Child.  7s. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  64. 

1  TESUS,  see  a  little  child 

^     Humbly  at  thy  footstool  stay ; 
Thoa,  who  art  so  meek  and  mild, 
Stoop  and  teach  me  what  to  say. 

2  Though  thou  art  so  great  and  high, 

Thou  dost  view  with  smiling  face, 
Little  children  when  they  cry, 

"  Saviour,  guide  us  by  thy  grace."        r,7.f 

3  Show  me  what  I  ought  to  be, 

Make  me  every  evil  shun  ; 
Thee  in  all  things  may  I  see. 
In  thy  holy  footsteps  run. 

4  Jesus !  all  my  sins  forgive, 

Make  me  lowly,  pure  in  heart ; 
For  thy  glory  may  I  live, 

Then  be  with  thee  where  thou  art. 


150.  Little  Things.  6s  &  5s. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  fi. 

1  T ITTLE  drops  of  water. 

Little  grains  of  sand. 
Make  the  mighty  ocean, 
And  the  beauteous  land. 

2  And  the  Uttle  moments, 

Humble  though  they  be, 
Make  the  mighty  ages 
Of  eternity. 


LEE   AYE:in:E   COLLECTI0>r  137 

3  So  our  little  errors. 

Lead  the  soul  away 

From  the  paths  of  virtue 

Oft  in  sin  to  stray. 

4  Little  deeds  of  kindness, 

Little  words  of  love, 
Make  our  earth  an  Eden, 
Like  the  heaven  above. 

6  Little  seeds  of  mercy, 

Sown  by  youthful  hands, 
Grow  to  bless  the  natiors, 
Far  in  heathen  lands. 


151.  Very  Little  Things.  7ft 

Linden  Harp,  108. 

1  yERY  little  thmgs  are  we, 

'    Oh !  how  mild  we  all  should  be : 

2  Never  quarrel,  never  fight, 
That  ^vould  be  a  shocking  sight. 

3  Just  like  pretty  little  lambs, 
Softly  skipping  by  their  dams. 

4:  "We'll  be  gentle  all  the  day, 
Love  to  learn  as  well  as  play: 

6  And  attend  to  every  rule 

Of  our  much  loved,  happy  school. 


138  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

l0<^.  Morning  Prayer.  7i. 

Linden  Harp,  1(0. 

1  TESUS.  Lord,  to  thee  I  pray : 

^    Guide  and  guard  nie  tlirough  this  day. 

2  As  the  shepherd  tends  the  sheep, 
Lord !  me  safe  from  evil  keep. 

3  Keep  my  feet  from  every  snare, 
Keep  me  with  thy  watchful  care: 

4  All  mj-  little  wants  supply, 
If  1  live  or  if  I  die. 

5  And  when  life  0  Lord  I  is  past, 
Take  me  to  thyself  at  last. 


153.  Little  Loving  Ones.  P.  It 

Linden  Harp,  106. 

1  \YE  all  love  one  another, 

We  all  love  one  another, 
^Yo  all  love  one  another, 
And  keep  the  golden  rule. 
Sing  on.  love  on,  a  little  band  of  loving  ones- — 
Sing  on,  lovo  on,  a  little  happy  band. 

2  We  always  love  our  parents, 
We  always  love  our  pareiit.s. 
We  always  love  our  parents, 

A.S  children  ought  to  do. 
Sing  on,  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLIiGCTIOy.  139 

3  We  love  our  little  sisters, 
"We  love  our  little  sisters, 
We  love  our  little  sisters, 

We  love  our  brothers,  too. 
Sing  on,  &c. 

4  We  love  the  Holy  Bible, 
We  love  the  Holy  Bible, 
We  love  the  Holy  Bible, 

Which  tells  us  what  to  do. 
Sing  on,  &c. 

5  We  try  to  love  the  Saviour, 
We  try  to  love  the  Saviour, 
We  try  to  love  the  Saviour, 

Who  shed  for  us  his  blood. 
Sing  on,  &c. 

6  We  hope  to  get  to  heaven, 
We  hope  to  get  to  heaven, 
We  hope  to  get  to  heaven, 

A.nd  sing  the  songs  above. 
Sing  on,  &c. 


154.  Come  Hither.  C.  M, 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  18$. 

1  pOME  hither,  little  restless  one, 
^  'Tis  tinae  to  close  your  eyes ; 
The  sun  behind  the  hills  is  gone, 

The  stars  are  in  the  skies. 

2  See!  one  by  one  they  show  their  light; 

How  clear  and  bright  they  look — 
Just  like  the  fire-flies  in  the  night, 
That  shine  beside  the  brook. 


140  LEE   AYE>nJE   COLLECTION'. 

3  You  do  not  hear  the  robins  sing — 

They're  snug  within  their  nest ; 
And  sheltered  by  their  mother's  wing; 
The  little  chickens  rest. 

4  The  dog,  he  will  not  frolic  now, 

But  to  his  kennel  creeps  ; 
The  turkeys  climb  upon  the  bough, 
And  e'en  the  kitten  sleeps. 

5  The  very  violets  in  their  bed 

Fold  up  tbeir  eyelids  blue  ; 
And  you,  my  flower,  must  droop  your  head, 
And  close  your  eyelids  too.   * 

6  Then  join  your  little  hands,  and  pray 

To  God,  who  made  the  light, 
To  keep  you  holy  all  the  day, 

And  guard  you  through  the  night 


155.  Child's  Evening  Hymn.  S.  M. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singuig  Book,  ISS. 

1  'TIS  time  to  go  to  bed, 

-^     And  shut  my  weary  eyes  ; 
But  first  I'll  thank,  for  daily  bread,  \ 

My  Father  in  the  skies. 

2  I  fear  that  I  this  day 

Have  not  obeyed  my  God; 
Blest  Saviour !  pardon  me,  I  pray, 
And  wash  me  in  thy  blood. 

3  I  now  am  very  young; 

But  as  I  older  grow, 
I  hope  to  praise  thee  with  my  tongue, 
And  more  of  thee  to  knn^^ 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  141 

156.  Evening.  P.  M. 

Juvenile  Songs,  17. 

1  THE  beautiful  sun  has  forsaken  the  earth, 

And  finished  another  new  day  ; 
The  bu'ds  have  done  singing,  and  gone  to  their 
rest, 
And  the  httle  boy's  thed  of  his  play. 

2  Before  he  lies  down  on  his  bed  for  the  night, 

He'll  thank  his  kind  Father  above 
For  guarding  his  life,  taking  care  of  his  health, 
And  for  all  the  kind  gifts  of  his  love. 


157. 


Ere  on  my  Bed.  L.  IL 

Boys'  aad  Girls'  Singing  Boo-k,  128. 

Tj^RE  on  my  bed  my  limbs  I  lay, 

Oh !  hear,  great  God,  the  words  I  say ; 
Preserve,  I  pray,  my  parents  dear, 
In  healtli  and  strength  for  many  a  year; 
And  still,  0  Lord!  to  me  impart 
A  gentle  and  a  grateful  heart. 
That  after  my  last  sleep  I  may 
In  heaven  spend  eternal  day. 


loo.  Now  I  lay  Me  down  to  Sleep. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  ChoL',  1M. 

'OW  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep, 

I  pray  the  Lord  my  soul  to  keep  ; 
If  I  should  die  before  I  wake, 
I  pray  the  Lord  my  soul  to  take. 
Amen  1 


W 


142  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 


159.       This  Night,  ere  I  lie  down  to  Sleep.       L.  M^ 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Sieging  Book,  119. 

THIS  night,  ere  I  lie  dou-n  to  sleep, 
•^     I  give  my  soul  to  Christ  to  keep, 
That  ifl  wake,  or  wake  I  never, 
Mj  soul  is  given  to  Christ  for  ever. 


Evening  Prayer.  7& 

Liuden  Harp,  108. 

1  T  ORD 1  this  night  I  come  to  x>\vn 

All  my  sins  before  thy  throne. 

2  All  the  ill  I've  done  this  day, 
In  thy  blood  oh  !  wash  away. 

3  Put  on  me,  0  Lord  !  this  night, 
Put  on  me  a  robe  of  wliite. 

4  Say  to  me,  with  voice  from  heaven, 
"  Little  child  I  thy  sin's  forgiven  I" 

5  Joyful,  then,  my  rest  I'll  take, 
Jesus  I  all  for  thy  dear  sake. 


..        Now  I  awake  and  see  the  Light.         L.  JIL 

Sunday-School  Harmonist,  940. 

M'OW  I  awake  and  see  the  light, 

'Tis  Grod  who  kept  me  through  the  night ; 
To  him  I'll  lift  my  heart  and  pray 
That  he  would  keep  me  through  the  day ; 
If  I  should  die  before  'tis  gone, 
0  God  I  accept  me,  through  thy  Son. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION".  143 

The  Sabbath  Bells  are  Einging.         P.  M. 

1  THE  Sabbath  bells  are  ringing, 

Come  away! 
Anc"  happy  voices  smging, 
Come  away ! 
(^h !  come  to  praise  and  pray ; 
Come  from  every  sinful  pleasure, 
Here  is  offered  heavenly  treasure, 
Come  away,  come  away  ! 

2  From  earth,  that  now  dehghts  you, 

Come  away ! 
'Tis  Jesus  that  invites  you. 

Come  away ! 
Now  raise  your  thoughts  above, 
'Tis  the  day  that  God  has  given 
To  prepare  our  souls  for  heaven, 
^Vhero  all  is  love. 

3  Come,  all  ye  wanderers  weary. 

Come  away ! 
From  all  your  sorrows  dreary 
Come  away ! 
Come  seek  a  heavenly  rest, 
Jesus  promises  to  take  you, 
Come,  oh !  come !  for  he  will  make  you 
Forever  blest. 


The  Seraphs  bright  are  Hov'ring.       P.  M. 

Bradbury's-  S.  S.  Melodies,  13«. 

THE  seraphs  bright  are  hov'ring 

Around  the  throne  above ; 
Then  siug,  sing  his  praise,  sing  his  praiae. 
Sing,  oh !  sing  his  praise ; 


144  LEE  AYENUE  COLLECTION. 

Their  harps  are  ever  tuning-, 
To  thrilling  strains  of  love  ; 
Then  sing,  sing  his  praise,  sing  his  praise, 

Sing,  oh  !  sing  liis  praise  ; 
Or  through  the  azure  soaring, 

Or  poised  on  snowy  wing, 
"With  glowing  heart  adoring, 
Sweet  choral  notes  they  sing. 

All  sing,  sing  his  praise,  sing  his  praise, 
Sing,  oh !  sing !  oh !  sing  his  praise ; 
Sing  his  praise,  sing  his  praise, 
Sing,  oh  I  sing  his  praise. 

2  From  earth  is  daily  rising 

A  rich,  harmonious  song ; 
.Then  sing,  sing  his  praise,  sing  his  praise. 

Sing,  oh  I  sing  his  praise. 
From  sunny  perfumed  flowers, 

By  breezes  borne  along  ; 
Then  sing,  sing  his  praise,  sing  his  praise. 

Sing,  oh  !  sing  his  praise; 
From  hills  in  sunlight  glittering, 

From  smooth,  deep  emerald  seas, 
A  cloud  of  praise  is  rising, 

Like  incense  on  the  breeze. 
All  sing,  &c. 


164.    Why  should  Cold  or  Stormy  Weather.     L.  M, 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  105. 

"HY  should  cold  or  stormy  weather 
Keep  me  from  the  house  of  prayer  ? 
Oh !  where  Christians  meet  together, 
Let  me  stiU  be  with  them  there. 


W 


LEE  AYEXFE  COLLECTION.  145 

2  If  I  loved  my  God  sincerely, 

If  my  heart  approved  his  ways, 
It  would  grieve  my  lieart  severely 
To  be  kept  from  prayer  and  praise. 

3  When  on  earth  the  Saviour  wandered, 

Oft  for  me  his  cheek  was  wet ; 

Oft  in  silent  prayer  he  pondered, 

Through  chill  night  on  Olivet 

4  Then  shall  cold  or  stormy  weather 

Keep  me  from  the  house  of  prayer  1 
No  1  wliere  Christians  meet  together, 
Let  me  still  be  with  them  there. 


Prayer  for  the  Spirit  S.  If* 

Plymouth  CoUecUon,  194. 

1  pOME,  Holy  Spirit!  come! 

^     Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 

Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 

The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood  ; 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove. 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  hfe  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 


146  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

5  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 
Tlien  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  lov^ 
The  Father,  Sou,  and  thee. 


166 


WalMng  with  God.  C.  M. 

Plymoutli  Collection,  2S0 

1  AH  1  for  a  closer  v/alk  with  God 
^  A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  "Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Wliere  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  "What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  I 

How  sweet  their  memory  still  I 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void  # 

The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove  !  return  I 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

"Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame, 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


LEE   AYENUB   COLLECTION. 


14T 


167. 


Little  Samuel. 


H.  M. 


Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  14. 

WHEN  little  Samuel  woke, 
"    And  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 
At  every  word  he  spoke, 

How  much  did  he  rejoice  ; 
0  blessed,  happy  child !  to  find, 
The  God  of  heaven  so  mild  and  kind- 


148  LEE   AYENTJE   COLLECTION. 

2  If  God  would  speak  to  me, 

And  say  he  was  my  friend, 
How  happy  should  I  be ! 

Oh  1  how  would  I  attend ! 
The  smallest  sin  I  then  should  fear, 
If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 

3  And  does  he  never  speak  ? 

Oh !  yes ;  for  in  his  word 
He  bids  me  come  and  seek 

The  God  whom  Samuel  heard : 
In  almost  every  page  I  see, 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  nae. 

-4  And  I,  beneath  his  care, 
May  safely  rest  my  head ; 
I  know  that  God  is  there, 

To  guard  my  humble  bed  : 
And  every  sin  I  may  well  fear, 
Smce  God  Almighty  is  so  near. 

5  Like  Samuel,  let  me  say, 
"Whene'er  I  lead  his  word, 
"  Speak,  Lord,  I  would  obey 

The  voice  that  Samuel  heard  ;" 
And  when  I  in  thy  house  appear, 
Speak,  for  thy  servant  waits  to  hear, 


168.  "TeU  me,  Shepherd."  7» 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  121. 

1  TELL  me,  Shepherd,  from  above, 
-*-    Dearest  object  of  my  love — 
Where  thy  little  flocks  abide. 
Sheltered  by  thy  bleeding  side. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECIION.  149 

2  Tell  me,  Saviour,  all  divine, 
Where  I  may  my  soul  recline — 
"Where  I  shall  for  refuge  fly, 
When  the  burning  sun  is  high. 

3  Claim  me,  Shepherd,  as  thine  own  ; 
Oh  !  protect  me,  thou  alone ; 

Let  me  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Make  my  flinty  heart  rejoice. 


169.  Sabbath  Evening  Hymn.  P.  M. 

Sabbath-School  Genis,  98. 

1  TIOLT  and  bright  is  the  softened  light 

Of  the  Sabbath  evening  o'er  us ; 
Then  with  calm  dehght  will  we  sing  to-night, 
Our  vesper  hymn  in  chorus  ! 

We'll  sing  the  love  of  God  above, 
Who  sent  his  Son  to  save  us ; 
With  sacrifice  beyond  all  price, 
Eternal  life  he  gave  us. 

2  Pilgrims  are  we  in  this  world  of  sin. 

And  our  pathway  filled  with  sorrow; 
But  we'll  firmly  tread  in  the  steps  he  led, 
And  fear  not  for  the  morrow. 
We'll  sing,  &c. 

3  With  heaven  in  view,  let  our  hearts  be  true 

In  Christ,  whose  love  hath  bought  us ; 
With  an  inward  strife  and  a  lowly  life, 
We'll  follow  as  he  taught  us. 
We'll  sing,  &c. 


150  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

4  Grace  for  the  day,  and  strength  for  the  Tvay, 

His  presence  will  afford  us  ; 
"With  ouu  hope  secure  and  the  promise  sure, 
That  soon  he  "will  reward  us. 
We'll  sing,  &c. 

5  On  let  us  press  in  the  heavenly  race, 

With  patient  faith  untiring ; 
All  the  warfare  done,  we'll  obtain  the  crown 
Of  steadfast  hearts  aspiring. 
We'll  sing,  &c. 


170.       Thanks  to  our  Father  in  Heaven.        P.  li 

Aimiveisary  Hymns,  C3. 

i  FATHER,  hear !  to  thee  we  raise 
-^      Grateful  songs  and  hymns  of  praise ; 
Let  thy  blessing  on  us  rest. 
With  thy  smile  may  we  be' blest. 
Thanks  to  thee,  our  Father  kind, 
That  provision  for  the  mind 
Thou  hast  made,  and  to  us  given 
In  thy  love,  as  rich  as  heaven. 

2  Thou  hast  given  us  friends  most  dear ; 
Parents,  teachers,  loved  ones  here, 
Who  for  us  both  watch  and  pray. 
And  would  lead  in  the  right  way. 
Give  us  grace  to  hear  their  voice, 
And  may  wisdom  be  our  choice ; 
Onward  press  and  upward  move, 
Blessing  all  by  deeds  of  love. 


LEE   AVENUi:;   COLLECTION.  151 

Lord !  be  thou  our  guide  tlirougn  youth, 
Lead  us  in  the  paths  of  truth ; 
Fill  our  hearts  witli  thy  rich  grace, 
Fit  us  for  the  realms  of  bhss. 
Thus  we  hope  to  do  tliy  will — 
In  the  world  our  part  fulfill ; 
And  when  life's  brief  hour  is  o'er, 
Meet  in  heaven  and  love  thee  more. 


171.  "  Tlirough  Thy  Protecting  Care."      P.  M. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  32. 

1  THROUGH  thy  protecting  care 

Kept  till  the  dawning, 
Taught  to  draw  near  in  prayer, 

Heed  we  the  v»-arning ; 
0  thou- great  One  in  three! 
Gladly  our  souls  would  be 
Evermore  praising  thee, 

God  of  the  msrning, 

2  God  of  our  sleeping  hours, 

Watch  o'er  us  waking, 
All  our  imperfect  powers 

In  thine  hands  taking — 
In  us  thy  work  fulfill, 
Be  with  thy  children  still, 
Those  who  obey  thy  -will 
Never  forsaking. 


152  LEE  ATENUE   COLLECTION. 

172.  Shepherd,  while  thy  Flock.  P.  M. 

Bradburj-'s  S.  S.  Choir,  IT. 

1  CHEPHERD,  while  thy  flock  are  feeding, 
^      Take  these  lambs 

III  thine  arms, 
Now  for  shelter  pleading. 

2  "While  the  storm  of  life  is  lowering, 

Night  and  day, 
Beasts  of  prey 
Are  lurking  and  devouring. 

3  Shepherd,  every  grace  combining, 

Keep  these  lambs 
In  thine  arms, 
On  thy  breast  reclining. 

173.  Dear  Lord,  I  am  a  Feeble  Child.         C.  ML 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  12*. 

1  TJEAR  Lord,  I  am  a  feeble  child, 
■^     Oh  I  teach  me  to  obey — 

With  humble  fear  to  serve  thee  here, 
To  watch,  and  praise,  and  pray  1 

2  My  love  is  weak,  my  faith  is  dim ; 

But  grace  I  ask  from  thee. 
That  I  may  prove  my  love  to  him 
"Who  lived  and  died  for  me  1 


174.  Heavenly  Father,  grant  thy  Blessing.  8s  &  7a 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  78. 

1  TIEAYENLY  Father,  grant  thy  blessmg, 
■*-^    "While  thy  praise  we  humbly  sing. 
Sinful  hearts  and  lives  confessing. 
Nothing  worthy  can  we  bring. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  155 

Yet  thy  book  of  love  hath  taught  us 
Thou  wilt  kindly  bow  thine  ear ; 

For  the  sake  of  him  who  bought  us, 
We  may  caU  and  thou  wilt  hear. 

2  What  a  boon  to  us  is  given 

Thus  to  hft  our  voice  on  high, 
Well  assured  the  ear  of  Heaven 

Hears  our  wants  and  wiU  supply. 
Weak  and  sinful,  oh !  how  often 

Must  we  look  to  God  alone, 
Por  his  grace  our  hearts  to  soften, 

And  sustain  us  as  his  own. 

3  Bless,  0  Lord !  this  happy  meeting, 

While  we  stay  and  when  we  go  ; 
There  our  hearts  in  friendly  greeting, 

Gladly  join  the  praise  below. 
But  all  earthly  unions  sever — 

AH  their  pleasures  quickly  fly  ; 
Oh  !  for  grace  to  praise  thee  ever 

In  that  better  world  on  high. 


*.  Prayer  for  a  Blessing. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  149t 

1  TJEAVEXLY  Father,  grant  thy  blessmg 
^     On  th'  instructions  of  this  day, 

That  our  hearts,  thy  fear  possessing, 
May  our  sins  be  turned  away. 

2  We  have  wandered ;  oh !  forgive  us ; 

We  have  wished  from  truth  to  rove  ; 
Turn,  oh !  turn  us,  and  receive  us, 
Anck  inclme  our  hearts  to  love. 


154  LEE   AYENUE    COLLECTION. 

3  "We  have  learned  that  Christ,  the  Saviour, 

Lived  to  teach  us  what  is  good ; 
Died  to  gain  for  us  thy  favor, 
And  redeem  us  by  his  blood. 

4  For  his  sake,  0  God  I  forgive  us ; 

Guide  us  to  that  happy  home, 
"Where  the  Saviour  will  receive  us, 
And  where  sin  can  never  come. 


176.       Lord,  teach  a  Sinful  Child  to  Pray.       C.  M. 

Boys'  end  Girls'  Singing  Book,  129. 

1  T  ORD,  teach  a  sinful  child  lo  pray, 

And  then  accept  my  prayer ; 
For  thou  canst  hear  the  words  I  say, 
For  thou  art  everywhere. 

2  Teach  me  to  do  the  thing  that's  right, 

And  when  I  sin,  forgive  ; 

And  may  it  be  my  chief  delight 

To  serve  thee  while  I  live. 

3  Whatever  trouble  I  am  in, 

To  thee  for  help  I'll  call ; 
But  keep  me  more  than  all  from  sin, 
For  that's  the  worst  of  all. 


177i  I  am  weary  of  my  Sin.  P.  K. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  71. 

AM  weary  of  ray  sin, 
And  I  long  for  full  release ; 
Saviour,  come  and  take  me  in, 
"With  thyself  to  dwell  in  pease. 


I 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  ]55 

178.  Our  Father  in  Heaven.  Us, 

Boys'  iind  Girls'  Singing  Book,  9,  99. 

1  rjUR  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy  name ; 
^  May  thy  kingdom  holy  on  earth  be  the  same ; 
Oh  !  give  to  as  dail}'-  our  portion  of  bread, 

For  'tis  from  thy  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed. 

2  Forgive  our  transgressions,  and  teach  us  to  know 
That  humble  compassion  that  pardons  each  foe; 
Keep  us  from  temptation,  from  weakness  and  sin, 
And  thine  be  the  glory  forever.     Amen. 


179.  Penitence.         8s&7s.   Double. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  149. 

1  TAKE  my  heart,  0  Father !  take  it ; 
-*-  Make  and  keep  it  all  thine  own  : 
Let  thy  Spirit  melt  and  break  it  ; 

Turn  to  flesh  this  heart  of  stone. 
Heavenly  Father,  deign  to  mould  it 

In  obedience  to  thy  will ; 
And,  as  passing  years  iinfold  it. 

Keep  it  meek  and  childlike  still. 

2  Father,  make  it  pure  and  lowly, 

Peaceful,  kind,  and  far  from  strife, 
Turning  from  the  paths  unholy 

Of  this  vain  and  sinful  life. 
May  the  blood  of  Jesus  heal  it, 

And  its  sins  be  all  forgiven : 
Holy  Spirit,  take  and  seal  it ; 

Guide  it  in  the  path  to  heaven. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

Consecration.  7& 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  110. 

T\^E  will  trust  thee,  gracious  God  1 
' '    We  will  own  thy  sovereign  rod ! 
"We  will  read  thy  word  with  awe  I 
"We  will  keep  thy  holy  law  ! 
In  our  weakness  we  will  cry — 
To  thy  bosom  trembling  fly: 
In  thy  presence  bend  the  knee, 
And  our  offering  make  to  thee  1 

Gems  nor  incense  can  we  bring, 
Nor  with  perfume  lave  our  King ; 
Yet  with  spirits  stained  with  guilt, 
Trusting  him  whose  blood  was  spilt, 
"We  approach  thee,  and  implore 
Grace  that  we  may  sin  no  more. 
Earnestly  we  now  implore, 
Grace  that  we  may  sin  no  more. 


Make  me  Thy  Child.  L.  M. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  11  J. 

IJI AKE  me  thy  child,  a  child  of  God, 

■'■'■*-    "Washed  in  my  Saviour's  precious  blood ; 

And  my  whole  heart  from  sin  set  fr.ee — 

A  little  vessel  full  of  thee  ; 

A  star  of  early  dawn,  and  bright. 

Shining  within  thy  sacred  light ; 

A  beam  of  grace  to  all  around ; 

A  little  spot  of  hallowed  ground. 


182. 


LEE   AVEN^'E   COLLECTION".  157 

Jesus,  be  our  tender  Shepherd.       8a  &  5a 

Sabbath-School  Gems,  C8. 

1  JESUS,  be  our  tender  Shepherd, 
^    Jesus,  be  our  teuder  Shepherd, 
Jesus,  be  our  tender  Shepherd, 

Take  our  sins  away. 
In  thine  arms  may  we  be  sheltered. 
In  thine  arms  may  we  be  sheltered^ 
In  thine  anus  may  we  be  sheltered, 

All  thy  words  obey. 

2  When  we  die,  oh  I  be  thou  near  us, 
"When  we  die,  oh  !  be  thou  near  us, 
"When  we  die,  ohi  be  thou  near  us, 

Take  us  to  thy  fold : 
There  we'll  ever  sing  thy  praises, 
There  we'll  ever  sing  thy  praises, 
There  we'll  ever  sing  thy  praises. 

And  thy  face  behold. 


V 


183,  Lord,  a  Youthful  Band.  8s  &  7s. 

Plymouth  Collection,  443. 

ORD,  a  youthful  band,  and  lowly. 
We  are  come  to  sing  to  thee ; 
Thou  art  great,  and  high,  and  holy — 

Oh  !  how  solemn  we  should  be  I 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thoughts  of  Jesus, 

And  of  heaven,  where  he  is  gone  ; 
And  let  nothing  ever  please  us. 

He  would  grieve  to  look  upon. 

2  For  we  know,  the  Lord  of  glory 
Always  sees  what  children  do. 
And  is  writing  now  the  story 
Of  our  thoughts  and  actions,  too. 


153  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

Let  our  sins  be  all  forgiven ; 

Make  us  fear  whate'er  is  wrong: 
Lead  us  on  our  way  to  heaven, 

There  to  sing  a  nobler  song. 


lo4.       "  0  Sacred  Head  !  now  wounded."    7s  &  6s. 

Bra.lbury'8  S.  S.  Choir,  7J. 

1  n  S.VCRED  Head!  now  wounded, 

^  "With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down, 
Now  scornfully  surrounded, 

"Willi  thorns  thy  only  crown : 
0  sacred  Head  !  what  glory, 

Wliat  bliss  till  now  was  thine  1 
Yet  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  theo  mine. 

2  0  noblest  brow  and  dearest  1 

In  other  days  the  world 
All  feared  when  Thou  appearedst . 

"What  shame  on  thee  is  hurled  ; 
How  art  thou  pale  with  anguish, 

"With  sore  abuse  and  scorn  ; 
"How  does  that  visage  languisli, 

"Which  once  was  bright  as  morn  I 

3  What  language  shall  I  borrow. 

To  thank  thee,  dearest  friend, 
For  this  tliy  dj'ing  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end? 
Oh  I  make  me  thine  forever. 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  n^iC  never,  never, 

Outlive  my  love  to  thee. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTIOIT.  159 

4  If  I,  a  wretch,  should  leave  thee, 

0  Jesus  I  leave  not  me  ; 
In  faith  may  I  receive  thee, 

When  death  shall  set  me  free. 
When  strength  and  comfort  languish, 

And  I  mast  hence  depart, 
Release  me  then  from  anguish, 

By  thine  own  wounded  heart. 

5  Be  near  when  I  am  dying. 

Oh  !  show  thy  cross  to  me! 
And  for  ray  succor  flymg, 

Come,  Lord,  to  set  me  free. 
These  eyes  new  fiith  receiving, 

From  J.esus  shall  not  move  ; 
For  he  who  dies  believing, 

Dies  safely  through  thy  love. 


185.  "  Lord,  Esmemher  me."  C.  EL 

Bralbury's  S.  S.  Cnoir,  23. 

1  A  THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows  I 
^     I  lift  my  heart  to  ^.hee  ; 

In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me  1 

2  When  on  my  guilty,  burdened  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart, 
In  love,  remember  me  I 

3  Temptations  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  can  not  flee ! 
Oh  !  give  me  strength.  Lord,  as  my  day, 
And  still  remember  me ! 


IGO  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

4  Distressed  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief) 

This  feeble  body  see  ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 
Hear,  and  remember  me  1 

5  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be, 
I'll  hail  reproach  and  welcome  shame, 
If  thou  remember  me  ! 


186.        Now  condescend,  Almighty  King.        C.  M 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Chou,  U. 

1  "^OW  condescend,  Almighty  King, 
■^*     To  bless  this  little  throng. 
And  kindly  listen,  while  we  sing 

Our  pleasant  evening  song. 

2  Brothers  and  sisters,  hand  in  hand, 

Our  lips  together  move : 
Oh !  smile  upon  this  little  band, 
Unite  our  hearts  in  love. 

3  "We  come  to  own  the  power  divine 

That  watches  o'er  our  days ; 
S'or  this  our  feeble  voices  join, 
To  God  we  give  the  praise. 


187.        In  Temptation  flying  to  Christ.  Ta. 

Plynioutb  Collation,  9tl. 

1    JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul ! 
^      Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  temj^st  stiU  is  high; 


LEE   AYEXUE   COLLECTION.  161 

Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour !  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past  ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

Oh !  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none — 

Lo  !  I  helpless  hang  on  thee ; 
Leave,  oh  1  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
Thou  art  all  my  trust  and  aid — 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 

"With  the  shadow  of  thy -wing. 


198.  Grateful  Recollection.  8s  &  7s. 

Plymouth  Collection,  204. 

1  pO^IE,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing  1 
^  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fixed  upon  it — 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I've  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 


162  LEE   AYEXUE   COLLECTIOIT. 

3  Oh !  to  grace  liow  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  I 

Let  thy  grace  liow,  hke  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 

Here's  my  heart ;  oh  !  take  and  seal  it- 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


189.       Guide  me,  0  thou  Great  Jehovah !     8s  &7s, 

Plymouth  Collection,  278. 

1  nUIDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah  ! 
^Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty — 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  ; 
Bread  of  heaven, 
Peed  me  till  I  want  no  mora. 

2  Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain 

"Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through ; 

Strong  Deliverer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  "When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Friend  of  sinners !  man's  redemption  1 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side ! 

Songs  of  praises 
I  wOl  ever  give  to  thee. 


LEE   AVEXIJE  COLLECTION. 


163 


ACjicaz.t,j^ 


190.  We  are  Pilgrims.  7s. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  110. 

1  TyE  are  pilgrims  on  the  earth, 

''      Journeying  onward  from  our  birth ; 
Every  hour  and  every  breath 
Brings  us  nearer  still  to  death. 

2  But  beyond  that  vale  of  fears 
Lies  the  land  that  knows  no  tears, 
Where  our  steps  no  more  may  roam; 
Children,  we  are  going  home ! 

3  Home  to  long-lost  friends  and  dear, 
"Who  are  missed  and  mourned  for  here ; 
Home  to  endless  peace  and  love, 

In  our  Father's  house  above  I 


i64  LEE  ATEXUE  COLLECnON. 

4  Shall  poor  trifles  by  the  way 
Tempt  our  hearts  or  steps  to  stray 
From  that  narrow  path  and  strait 
Leading  to  the  golden  gate  ? 

5  N"o !  our  faith  hath  One  in  view 
"Who  was  once  a  pilgrim  too ; 
From  his  track  we  will  not  roam, 
For  to  Christ  we're  going  home. 


191  A  Pilgrim  and  a  Stranger.  P.  H. 

Xew  i^ute  of  Zion,  S39. 

1  T'M  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 

I  can  tarr}-,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night ; 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  streamlets  are  ever  flowing ; 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

2  There  the  sunbeams  are  ever  shining, 

I  am  longing  for  the  sight ; 
"Within  a  country  unknown  and  dreary, 
I  have  been  wand'ring,  forlorn  and  weary. 
I'm  a  pOgrim,  &c. 

3  Of  that  country  to  which  I'm  going 

My  Redeemer  is  the  light ; 
There  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing. 
Nor  any  sin  there,  nor  any  dying. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 

Father,  mother,  and  sister,  brother. 

If  you  will  not  journey  with  me,  I  must  go; 
For  since  your  vain  hope  you  still  will  cherish, 
Should  I  too,  linger,  and  with  you  perish  ? 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  165 

5  Farewell,  neighbors !  with  tears  I've  warned  you  ; 

I  must  leave  you,  I  must  leave  you  and  be 
gone ; 
"With  this  your  portion,  your  heart's  desire, 
Why  will  you  perish  in  raging  fire  ? 
I'm  a  pDgrim,  &c. 

6  Farewell,  dreary  earth,  by  sin  so  blighted — 

In  immortal  beauty  soon  you'll  be  arrayed ; 
For  He  who  formed  thee  will  soon  restore  thee, 
From  sin  and  death  to  praise  and  glory. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 


IViC,  The  Heavenly  Journey.  7s, 

Plymouth  CollectioD,  228. 

1  r'HILDREy  of  the  heavenlyKing, 
^     As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  G-od, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock  and  blest. 
You  near  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Lord !  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  foUow  thee. 


166  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

193.  Will  you  Go?  8S&38. 

Plj-moutli  Collection,   134. 

1  "WE'RE  travelling  home  to  heaven  above, 

^^  WiUyougo? 

To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 

Will  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road, 
Will  you  go  ? 

2  We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

Will  you  go  ? 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name, 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  crow^n  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  boar, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share, 

Will  you  go? 

3  We're  going  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 

Will  you  go  ? 
To  raise  oar  voice  and  tune  the  lyre, 

Will  you  go  ? 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 

Will  you  go  ? 

4  Te  weary,  heavy-laden,  come, 

Will  you  go  ? 
In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room. 
Will  you  go  ? 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  16t 

The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 
If  thoLi  wilt  on  him  now  believe. 
He'll  give  thy  troubled  conscience  ease, 
Come,  believe. 

5  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain, 

Will  you  go  ? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again, 

Will  you  go  ? 

The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 

"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 

And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see, 

Come  to  me." 

6  Oh  !  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 

I  will  go, 
I'll  start  this  moment,  clear  the  way, 

Let  me  go  I 
My  old  companions,  fare  you  well, 
I  will  not  go  with  )'0U  to  hell. 
With  Jesus  Christ  I  mean  to  dwell, 

Let  me  go  !  fare  you  well. 


194.  "  We're  going  Home."  I.  Mi 

New  Luto  of  Zion,  SSI. 

1  "WE'RE  pilgrims  on  our  journey  home, 

' '      While  travelling  through  this  world  of  woe  ; 
Wc  fix  our  hops  on  joys  to  come — 
The  crown  for  which  we  toil  below. 

We're  going  home,  we're  going  home, 
We're  going  home  to  die  no  more, 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more — 
"We're  going  home  to  die  no  more. 


168  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTIO^f. 

2  Though  sin  would  lure  us  from  the  way 

That  leads  from  earth  to  joys  above ; 
Where,  tempest-tossed,  oh !  who  would  stay 
"While  God  invites  us  to  his  love  ? 
We're  going  home,  &c. 

3  The  cross  we  oear,  endure  the  pain, 

And  labor  on  a  few  more  years. 
Till  yonder  world  of  rest  we  gain, 

Where  God  shall  wipe  away  our  tears. 
We're  going  home,  &e. 

4  How  bright  tlie  scene !  how  great  th'e  bliss 

That  opens  to  our  ravished  sight ! 
The  world  hath  naught  to  equal  this — 
Naught  that  can  yield  such  pure  delight. 
We're  going  home,  &c. 

5  What  say  you.  sinner,  will  you  go, 

And  taste  the  joys  of  endless  love  ? 
There  yet  is  room  enough  for  you 
In  mansions  Christ  prepares  above. 
We're  going  home,  &c. 

6  Oh !  do  not  think  on  earth  to  find 

Such  joy  as  God  alone  can  give : 
His  mercy  calls  to  all  mankind, 

Turn  from  your  sin,  to  me,  and  live. 
We're  going  home,  &c. 

7  Would  you  be  wise  in  this  your  day. 

While  God  invites  you  to  his  home ; 
Then,  sinner,  haste  ;  oh !  why  delay  ? 
Come  now  to  Jesus,  come  !  oh  !  come  1 
We're  going  home,  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  169 

195.  Perseverance.  C.  M. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  129. 

1  TN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goos  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  m}^  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  caUs  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
Hinder  me  not,  come,  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 


196.  Wandering  Stranger.  78  &  68. 

School  Singer,  Iga. 

1  •'  QAY,  whither,  wandering  stranger, 
^     Ah  !  whither  dost  thou  roam  ? 
O'er  this  wide  world  a  ranger, 

Hast  thou  no  friend,  no  home  ?" 
'  Yes,  I've  a  Friend  who  never 

Is  absent  from  my  side  ; 

And  I've  a  home,  wherever 

In  peace  I  shaU  abide." 


1*70  LEE  AYENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  "  Eut  want  and  woe  have  driven 

The  roses  from  thy  cheek ; 
And  garments  rent  and  riven, 

Tliy  poverty  bespeak." 
^Tve  food  with  which  the  angels 

Would  all  delighted  be; 
And  robes  of  dazzUng  brightness 

Are  now  awaiting  me. 

3  "  Come  then,  benign  inquirer. 

And  join  me  on  my  way ; 
I'm  journeying  to  a  country 

Where  beams  an  endless  day.* 
Where  saints  and  angels,  falling 

Before  the  great  white  throne, 
To  you,  to  me  are  calling, 

Haste,  pilgrim,  hasten  home." 


iy7.  Yonder' s  my  Home.  7s  &  4s 

Linden  Harp,  SO. 

1  T'M  a  lonely  trav'ller  here, 
Weary,  oppressed ; 
But  my  journey's  end  is  near, 

Soon  I  shall  rest. 
Dark  and  dreary  is  the  way, 

Toihng  I've  come ; 
Ask  me  not  with  you  to  stay ; 
Yonder 's  my  home. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  lU 

2  I'm  a  weary  trav'ller  here, 

I  must  go  on ; 
For  my  journey's  end  is  near, 

I  must  be  gone. 
Brighter  joys  than  earth  can  give, 

Win  me  away ; 
Pleasures  that  forever  hve, 

I  can  not  stay, 

3  I'm  a  trav'ller  to  a  land 

Where  all  is  fair ; 
Where  is  seen  no  broken  band; 

Saints  all  are  there. 
Where  no  tear  shall  ever  fall, 

Nor  heart  be  sad  ; 
Where  the  glory  is  for  all, 

And  all  are  glad. 

4  I'm  a  trav'ller,  and  I  go 

Where  all  is  fair ; 
Farewell,  all  I've  loved  below, 

I  must  be  there. 
Worldly  honors,  hopes,  and  gain. 

All  I  resign ; 
Welcome  sorrow,  grie^  and  pain, 

If  heaven  be  mine. 

6  I'm  a  trav'ller,  call  me  not, 

Upward's  my  way ; 
Tender  is  my  rest  and  lot, 

I  can  not  stay. 
Farewell,  earthly  pleasures  all, 

Pilgrim  I  roam ; 
Hail  me  not ;  in  vain  you  call, 

Tender's  rav  home. 


172  LEE  AVEXTE   COLLECTION. 

19o»  I'm  going  Home.  L.  IL 

New  Lute  of  Zion,  331. 

1  MY  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair; 

■^  ■'■     Nor  pain  nor  death  can  enter  there ; 
Its  ghttering  towers  the  sun  outshine, 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 
I'm  going  home,  I'm  going  home, 
I'm  going  homo  to  die  no  more ; 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more, 
I'm  going  home  to  die  no  more. 

2  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  hig^, 
Far,  far  above  the  starry  sky : 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 

I'm  going  home,  &c. 

3  "While  here  a  stranger,  far  from  home, 
Affliction's  waves  may  round  me  foam ; 
And  though  like  I/azarus,  sick  and  poor, 
My  heavenly  mansion  is  secure. 

I'm  going  home,  &c, 

4  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 

Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erflow ; 
Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own 
A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 
I'm  going  home,  &c. 

6  Then  Ml  this  earth,  let  stars  decline, 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine. 
All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be. 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  ma 
I'm  going  home,  &c. 


LEE  AYEXUE   COLLECTION.  118 


199.     I  am  Bound  for  the  Land  of  Canaan.     P.  M. 

Sabbath-School  Gems,  40. 

1  TOGETHER  let  us  sweetly  live, 

■*■     I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
Together  let  us  sweetly  die, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 
0  Canaan  !  bright  Canaan, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
0  Canaan !  it  is  my  happy  home, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

2  If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan; 
Then  praise  the  Lord,  I'm  going  too, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 
0  Canaan  I  &c. 

3  Part  of  my  friends  the  prize  have  won, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan ; 
And  I'm  resolved  to  travel  on, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 
0  Canaan!  &c. 

4  Then  come  with  me,  beloved  friend, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan ; 
The  joys  of  heaven  shall  never  end, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 
0  Canaan !  &c. 

5  Our  songs  of  praise  shall  fill  the  skies, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan ; 
While  higher  still  our  joj^s  they  rise, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 
0  Canaan!  &c. 


1*74  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2G0.  The  Little ^TraveUers  P. : 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  106. 

1  T ITTLE  travellers  Zion-ward, 

Each  one  entering  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  jour  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest. 
There  to  welcome  Jesus  waits, 

Gives  the  crowns  his  followers -win : 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates, 

Let  the  little  travellers  in. 

2  Who  are  those  whose  little  foct,' 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through. 
Now  have  reached  that  heavenly  seat 

Tliey  had  ever  kept  in  view? 
"  I,  from  Greenland's  frozen  land ;" 

"I,  from  India's  sultry  plain;" 
"I,  from  Afric"s  barren  sand  ;" 

"I,  from  Islands  of  the  main." 

3  "  All  our  earthly  journey  past, 

.  Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  last. 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky!" 
Each  the  welcome  "  Come"  awaits, 

Conquerors  over  death  and  sin : 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates, 

Let  the  Uttle  travellers  in. 


201.  Delay  not.  11& 


Boys'  ftnd  Girls'  Singing  Book,  113. 


]   l^jELAY  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner  I  draw  near, 
■^     The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee ; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Eedemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION  115 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 
The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy  GTod  ? 
A  fountain  is  opened,  how  canst  thou  refase 

To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning  blood  ? 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner !  to  come, 
For  mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee  to-day ; 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb  ; 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  Grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad  flight ; 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  .vale  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand — 

The  earth  shall  dissolve  and  the  heaven  shall  fade; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment  shall 

stand ! 
"What  power,  then,  0  sinner !    shall  lend  thee  its 

aid? 


^\jti»  Stop,  poor  Sinner.  7s  &  68. 

Plymouth  Collection,  12T. 

1  CTOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
Before  you  farther  go  ; 
"Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

When  He  judgment  shall  proclaim, 
And  the  earth  shall  melt  away. 
Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 


It 6  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Soon  relentless  death  will  come, 

To  drag  jou  to  his  bar; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Will  fill  you  with  despair ; 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye, 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud — 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 

3  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel. 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Though  they  now  despise  his  grace, 
"  Kocks  and  mountains,  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 


203.        "  Behold  I  stand  at  the  Door."  I.  M 

Plymouth  Collection,  98. 

1  "DEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door : 

■^     He  gently  knocks — has  knocked  before, 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Admit  him.  ere  his  anger  burn — 
His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION.  1T7 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  Laden,       83  Sc  7a. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  149. 

1  pOME,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
^  Lost  aud  ruined  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better. 

You  wUl  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth. 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him ; 

This  he  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  Hes  1 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

^'It  is  finished  T' 
Sinners,  will  not  this  sufiBce  ? 

4  Lo !  th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit'  of  his  blood ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly. 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

6  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert^ 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb ; 

WhUe  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the 


1*78  LEE  A^^ENUE   COLLECTION. 

205.  Child  of  Sin  and  Sorrow.  63  &  4s. 

Plymouth  Collection,  126. 

1  pHILD  of  sin  and  sorrow,  filled  with  dismay, 
^  Wait  not  for  to-morrow,  yield  thee  to-day : 

Heaven  bids  thee  come. 
Wlhle  yet  there's  room. 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 
Hear  and  obey. 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow  help  from  on  high; 

'  Grieve  not  that  love, 

Which  from  aljove — 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow — 
Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

Z  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  wliere  wilt  tliou  flee  ? 
Through  that  long  to-morrow,  eternity ! 
Exiled  from  home, 
Darkly  to  roam — 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Where  wilt  thou  flee  ? 

4  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  lift  up  thine  eye  I 
Heirship  thou  canst  borrow  in  worlds  on  high  I 
In  that  liigh  home, 
Graven  thy  name  ; 
Cliild  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Swift  homeward  fly  I 

206.  The  Way  to  Peace.  lis. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  US. 

1    A  CQUAIiTT  thyself  quickly,  0  sinner  1  wth  God, 
And  joy  like  tlie  sunshine  shall  beam  on  thy  road, 
And  peace  hke  the  dew-drops  shall  fall  on  thy  head, 
And  sleep  like  an  angel  shall  visit  thy  bed. 


L15E  a\t:nde  collection.  179 

Acquaint  thyself  quickly,  0  sinner  1  with  God, 
And  he  shall  be  with  thee  when  fears  are  abroad  ; 
Thy  safeguard  in  dangers  that  threaten  thy  path, 
Thy  joy  in  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death. 


« •  Resolving  to  go  to  Christ.  C.  M. 

Plymouth  CoUection,  138. 

1  *•  I'LL  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

-^    "Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives ; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  ray  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  Hves. 

2  "  Perhaps-he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

3  *'  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 


Drooping  Souls.        •  7s  &  6s. 

Plymoutli  CoUection,  IIT. 

TjROOPIISrG-  souls,  no  longer  mourn, 

Jesus  still  is  precious ; 
If  to  Him  you  now  return. 

Heaven  will  be  propitious. 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  wanderers  near  Him ; 
Drooping  souls,  you  need  not  die, 

Go  to  Him  and  hear  Him. 


180  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  He  has  pardons,  foil  and  free, 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden ; 
Still  He  cries — "  Come  unto  me, 

Wear}^  heavy  laden." 
Though  your  sins  like  mountains  high, 

Rise,  and  reach  to  heaven. 
Soon  as  you  on  Him  rely, 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 

3  Precious  is  the  Saviour's  name, 

Dear  to  all  that  love  Him  ; 
He  to  save  the  dying  came  ; 

Go  to  Him  and  prove  Him. 
WandVing  sinners,  now  return ; 

Contrite  souls,  believe  Him. 
Jesus  calls  you,  cease  to  mourn ; 

Worship  Him  ;  receive  Him. 


209.  The  Saviour  Pleading.  8s  &  7s. 

Plymouth  CoUectioD,  lllL 

1  "W'O'W  the  Saviour  standeth  pleading 
■^'      At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart ; 
Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding, 

Taking  there  the  sinner's  part. 

2  Sinner  1  can  you  hate  this  Saviour  ? 

Will  you  thi-ust  Him  from  your  arms? 
Once  he  died  through  your  behavior, 
»      Now  he  calls  you  by  His  charms. 

3  Sinner!  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  His  gracious  voice  to-day, 

Turn  from  all  your  vain  behavior. 

Oh !  repent,  return,  and  pray  I 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  ISl 

4  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 

Now  he  sUinds  and  looks  on  thee ; 
See  what  kindness,  love,  and  pity, 
Shine  around  on  you  and  me. 

5  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready, 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more  : 
0  ye  blind,  yo  lame  and  needy  ! 
Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store  1 


The  Name  of  Jesus.  C.  Hi. 

Plymouth  Collection,  191. 

irO"W  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 

And  for  the  weary,  rest. 

By  thee,  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 

And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

Jesus !  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 

Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

"Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought : 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 

I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 


182  LEE   AVEXUE   COLLECTION. 

6  Till  then,  I  would  thj  love  proclaim, 
With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  raay  the  music  of  thy  name 
r       Refresh  ray  soul  in  death. 


211.  To  Thee,  my  God  and  Saviour.        73  &  6ft 

Pl.vmouth  Collection,  16r. 

1  TO  Thee,  my  God  and  Saviour, 

Jkly  heart  exulting  .springs, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favor, 

Almighty  King  of  kings  :  * 
I'll  celebrate  thy  glory, 

"With  all  the  saints  above, 
And  tell  the  wondrous  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  with  roses 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast  ; 
My  voice  in  supplication, 

Jehovah,  thou  shalt  hear ; 
Oh  !  grant  me  thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

3  By  thee,  through  hfe  supported, 

I  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
'  "With  heavenly  hosts  escorted 

Up  to  their  bright  abode  ; 
There  cast  my  crown  before  thee, 

My  toils  and  conflicts  o'er, 
And  day  and  night  adore  thee — 
What  can  an  angel  more  ? 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION 


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■^'sscvva: 


21*.       Temporal  and  Spiritual  Blessings.       CM 

Plymouth  Collect!' d,  -144. 

1  WHEXE'ER  I  take  my  walks  abroad. 

How  many  poor  I  see  1 
"What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
,  For  all  his  gifts  to  me  ? 

2  Not  more  than  others  I  deserve, 

Yet  God  hath  given  mo  more ; 
For  I  have  food  while  others  starve, 
Or  beg  from  door  to  door. 


184  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

3  How  many  children  in  the  street 

Half-naked  I  behold, 
While  I  am  clothed  from  head  to  feet, 
And  covered  from  the  cold. 

4  "While  some  poor  wanderers  scarce  can  tell 

Where  they  may  lay  their  head, 
I  have  a  home  wherein  to  dwell, 
And  rest  upon  my  bed. 

6  While  others  early  learn  to  swear, 
And  curse,  and  lie,  and  steal. 
Lord !   I  am  taught  thy  name  to  fear, 
And  do  thy  holy  will. 

6  Are  these  thy  favors  day  by  day 
To  me  above  the  rest  ? 
Then  let  me  love  thee  more  than  they, 
And  try  to  serve  thee  best. 


213.  Do  Good.  P.  M. 

Boston  Melodeon,  33. 

Air,  Swiss  Boy. 
I  TjO  good !  do  good  !  there's  ever  a  way, 
•^     A  way  where  there's  ever  a  will ; 
Don't  wait  till  to-morrow,  but  do  it  to-(Jay, 

And  to-day  when  the  morrow  comes  still. 
If  you've  money  you're  armed,  and  can  find  work 
enough, 
In  ev'ry  street,  alley,  and  lane. 
';f  you've  bread,  cast  it  off,  and  the  waters,  though 
rough, 
WiU  be  sure  and  return  it  again. 

Then  do  good,  do  good  !  there's  ever  a  way 

A  way  where  there's  ever  a  will,  a  will : 

Don't  wait  till  to-morrow,  but  do  it  to-day, 

And  to-day  when  the  morrow  comes  still. 


LEE  AVEXUE   COLLECTIOX.  185 

If  you've  only  old  clothes,  an  old  bonnet  or  hat^ 

A  kind  word,  or  a  smile  true  and  soft, 
In  the  name  of  a  brother  confer  it,  and  that 

Shall  be  counted  as  gold  up  aloft. 
God  careth  for  all,  and  his  glorious  sun 

Shines  alike  on  iho  rich  and  the  poor. 
Bo  thou  like  him,  and  bless  every  one, 

And  thou'lt  be  revrarded  sure. 


214 


TliQ  Child's  Mission.  P.  R 

Sabbath- School  Con:ert  Ilymcs,  58. 

1  nUR  Jesus,  before  ho  went  home, 

^     To  the  house  of  his  kingdom  on  liigh, 
Called  all  his  disciples  around, 

And  lovingly  bade  them  good-by. 
He  strengthened  their  eyes  to  behold 
The  kingdoms  that  came  at  his  call ; 
"Go  unto  the  nations,"  he  said, 
"  And  preach  my  salvation  to  all." 

2  It  was  not  to  twelve  men  alone 

That  the  heavenly  commission  was  given 
But  to  all — e'en  to  children — why  not  ? 

For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 
We  feel  we  have  something  to  do, 

If  not  o'er  the  mountains  to  roam ; 
And  if  we  can't  run  througli  the  earth, 

Be  sure  we  can  run  about  home. 

3  If  our  hearts  have  been  won  by  his  love, 

"We  can  pray,  we  can  preach,  we  can  sing 
And  perhaps  to  the  feet  of  our  Lord 
Some  younger,  some  older  may  brmg. 


186  1.EE   ATENUE   COLLECTION. 

Oh !  yes,  about  home  is  our  field, 
And  Jesus  must  mean  such  as  we 

"When  he  saj's,  "  G-o  ye,  preach  the  good  new3, 
Go  tell  all  the  people  of  me." 


215. 


God  intrusts  to  All.  6s  &  5s. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  8. 

1  nOB  intrusts  to  all 

^     Talents  few  or  many ; 
None  so  young  or  small 
That  they  have  not  any.  ' 

2  Though  the  great  and  wise 

Have  a  greater  number, 
Yet  my  one  I  prize, 

And  it  must  not  slumber. 

3  God  will  surely  ask, 

Ere  I  enter  heaven, 
Have  I  done  the  ta^ 
Which  to  me  was  given  ? 

4  Little  drops  of  rain 

Bring  the  springing  flowers ; 
And  I  may  attain 
Much  by  httle  powers. 

5  Every  little  mite. 

Every  little  measure 
Helps  to  spread  the  light, 
Helps  to  swell  the  t;reasiire. 


LEE   AYEXUE    COLLECTION.  18t 

216.  Go  ye  to  all  Lands.  P.  K. 

Bra.ibiiry's  S.  S.  Choir,  96. 

1  no  ye  to  the  land  of  the  cedar  and  vine, 

^     Where     the    angels    c-.me    down    in    their 

heavenly  train, 
"Where  the  garden  was  filled  with  the  presence 

divine, 
And  the  Saviour  has  trodden  the  vaUej  and 

plain ; 
For  a  star  hath  arisen  to  shine  through  the  gloom 
And  a  life  breaketh  forth  from  the  verge  of  the 

tomb. 

2  Go  ye  to  the  land  of  jewel  and  gem, 

G  o  ye  to  the  shores  of  the  richest  of  pearl, 
The  light  of  salvation  is  given  to  them — 

There  early  the  banner  of  glory  unfurl ; 
Oh  !  go  to  the  isles  in  the  ocean's  wide  breast, 
And  tell  them  of  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  rest 

3  G-o  ye  to  the  land  of  the  olive,  and  teach 

Of  a  peace  which  the  world  is  not  able  to  give, 
To  the  flowery  land,  where   the   message   shall 
reach 

The  million  that  wait  in  the  Saviour  to  live ; 
Go  ye  to  the  land  of  the  ruby  and  gold, 
And  bid  them  the  crown  of  redemption  behold. 

4  Go  ye  to  the  land  where  the  Ethiop  roams. 

And  stretches  his  long-fettered  hand  unto  God; 
Oh  !  tell  them  of  heaven,  and  point  to  the  homes 

Where  never  the  foot  of  oppression  hath  trod  ; 
And  the  desert  shall  bloom,  and  the  barren  shall 

sing, 
And  the  wilderness  forth  into  beauty  shall  spring. 


188  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

5  Go  forth,  mighty  'Word  !  till  all  nations  shall  hear  I 
Speak  thou  to  the  straying  in  accents  of  peace, 
Till  the  milhons  shall  see  the   bright   morning 
appear, 
And  the  kingdom  of  Christ  shall  have  endless 
increase  ; 
And  the  song  shall  break  forth,  in  an  anthem 
divine, 
"  The  power,  0  Jesus !  and  the  glory  be  thine  1" 


217.  Good  Tidings. 


New  Lute  of  Zion,  1S5. 

1  CHOTJT  the  tidiogs  of  salvation 
^  To  the  aged  and  the  young, 
Till  the  precious  invitation 

"Waken  every  heart  and  tongue. 

Send  the  sound  the  earth  around, 

2  Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation. 

O'er  the  prairies  of  the  west, 
Till  eacli  gathering  congregation 
"With,  the  Gospel  sound  is  blest 
Send  the  sound,  &c. 

3  Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation, 

Mingling  with  the  ocean's  roar, 
Till  the  ships  of  every  nation 

Bear  the  nevfs  from  shore  to  shore. 
Send  the  sound,  &e. 

4  Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation 

O'er  the  islands  of  the  sea, 
Till  in  humble  adoration 
All  to  Christ  shall  bow  the  knee. 
Send  the  sound,  &.&, 


J' 


LEE  AVEXUE   COLLECTION.  189 

318.  Missionary  Meeting.  L.  H. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Booli,  119, 

ESUS I  in  Christian  love  wo  meot, 
To  bring  an  oftering  to  thy  teet ; 
All  in  their  hands  some  talent  bear, 
And  lay  it  humbly,  freely  there. 

Yes,  for  thy  Gospel's  cause,  "with  joy, 
Our  hands,  our  hearts  we  would  employ ; 
Oh  I  smile  upon  us  from  above. 
That  blest  may  be  our  work  of  love. 

Then  let  us  feel  thy  presence  near 
Whilst  met  in  holy  union  here  ; 
Oar  zeal,  our  love  do  thou  increase, 
And  let  us  reap  the  fruits  of  peace. 


219.       Eeply  to  the  Call  of  the  Heatiien.     7s  &  < 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  134. 

1  "PROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain. 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ? 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stoue. 


190  LEE  AYEXUE   COLLECTION. 

3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  0  Salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  "Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story ; 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature^ 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


4q20.     When  shall  the  Voice  of  Singing.     7s  &  i 

Plymouth  CollecUon,  817. 

1  "VyHEX  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

'^'      Flow  joyfully  along  ? 
"When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  Him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended. 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 
Shall  echo  the  reply  : 


221. 


LEE  AVEXCE   COLLECTION.  191 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  choras  round,. 
All  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 


"Western  Anthem.  P.  M. 

Bradbui7's  S.  S.  Choir,  98. 

1  "pRO^^I  the  wide,  far-stretching  prairies, 

From  the  mountains  tipped  with  snow, 
From  the  mighty  streams  that  carry 
Countless  treasures  as  they  flow, 
Songs  are  sweUing 
From  the  west's  unmeasured  bound, 

Tongues  are  telling 
Joyful  tidings  all  around. 

2  From  the  cabin  rough  and  lowly, 

From  the  temple's  pointing  spire, 

"Wake  the  praises,  pure  and  holy, 

Kindled  by  a  heavenly  fire ; 

While  the  straying 

Meet  to  hear  the  voice  of  prayer. 

Humbly  paying 
Vows  to  God  submissive  there. 

3  From  the  torrent's  lofty  pealing, 

From  the  forest's  solemn  shade, 
"Where  the  silver  stream  is  stealing 
Through  the  quiet  mossy  glade, 
Hopes  are  springing 
Up  to  God's  eternal  throne. 

Sighs  are  winging 
On  the  spirit's  earnest  moan. 


192  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

4  Where  the  red  man  fast  is  failing 

From  his  holy  father-lands, 
The  "  Great  Spirit,"  all  prevailuag, 
Soon  may  lead  a  ransomed  band^ 
Who  will  never 
Hear  again  the  -warring  sound, 

But  forever 
Shall  with  Christ  on  high  be  found. 

5  In  the  storm's  resistless  power, 

In  the  grandeur  of  the  stream, 
In  the  perfume  of  the  flower, 

And  the  flashing  noon-day  beam — 
In  the  breathing 
Of  the  zephyrs  as  they  fly, 

Hymns  are  wreathing 
To  their  Maker  in  the  sky, 

6  Come,  then  children  1  blight,  immortal  I 

Come  to  Jesus  in  your  youth  1 
Heaven  has  opened  wide  its  portals, 
Radiant  with  its  gracious  truth. 
He  that  early 
In  the  fear  of  God  is  led, 
Finds  the  pearly 
'Grates  of  bliss  where  angels  tread, 


222. 


Tell  us  of  the  Night  Ta 

Plymonih  Colldction,  SOS. 


I  WATCHMAN"!  tell  us  of  the  night, 
''      "What  its  signs  of  promise  are, 
TTaveUer  !  o'er  you  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory-beaming  star  1 


J 


LEE  AVEXUE   COLLECTION-.  193 

"Wiitclinaan !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

AuG^ht  of  joy  or  hope  foretell? 
Traveller  I  yes,  it  brings  the  day — 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Iligher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveller  1  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends ! 
"Watchman !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller !  ages  are  its  own, 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the" morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
"Watchman  !  let  thy  wandering  cease ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller !  lo  1  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  1  the  Sou  of  God  is  come  1 


The  Gospel  Banner.  7s  &  6s. 

Plymouth  Collection,  399. 

1  "W"OW  be  the  Gospel  banner 
In  every  land  unfurled. 
And  be  the  shout  hosanna  '    ■• 

Reechoed  through  the  world ; 
Till  every  isle  and  nation,,. 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 
And  join  the  happy  throng. 


194  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 

0  Jesus  !  King  of  kings ! 
Thy  hght,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 


224.  The  Prince  of  Salvation.    12s,  lis,  &  8a. 

Plymouth  CjUection,  323. 

1  THE  Prince  of  Salvation  in  triumph  i's  riding, 

And  glory  attends  him  along  his  bright  vr&y  ; 
The  news  of  his  grace  on  the  breezes  are  gliding, 
And  nations  are  owning  his  sway. 

2  Ride  on  in  thy  greatness,  thou  conquering  Saviour, 

Let  thousands  of  thousands  submit  to  thy  reign, 
Acknowledge  thy  goodness,  entreat  for  thy  favor, 
And  follow  thy  glorious  train. 

3  Then  loud  shall  ascend  from  each  sanctified  nation 

The  voice  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus  of  praise. 
And  heaven  shall  reecho  the  song  of  salvation. 
In  rich  and  melodious  lays. 


225,  Millennium.  lis  &  10s. 

Plymouth  Collection,  310. 

1  TIAIL  to  the  brig-htness  of  Zion's  glad  morning  I 
Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have  lain ; 
Hushed  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  mourning, 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  195 

2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold  ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning, 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold, 

3  Lo !  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing, 

Streams  eve'-  copious  are  gliding  along; 
Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are  ringing, 
Wastes  rise  m  verdure  and  mingle  in  song, 

4  See,  from  ail  lands — from  the  isles  of  the  ocean, 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high  ; 
Fallen  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commotion, 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 


226.  Wake  the  Song. 

Plymoufh  Collection,  308. 

1  WAKE  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea; 
Now  is  come  the  promised  hour, 
Jesus  reigns  with  sovereign  power. 

"Wake  the  song,  &c. 

2  All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 
Christ  of  lords  and  kings  is  King ; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Jesus  reigns  for  evermore. 

Wake  the  song,  &c. 

3  Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice ; 
Yea,  the  whole  creation  sings, 
Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings. 

Wake  the  sono:,  &c. 


196  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

227.  Kejoics,  ths  Promised  Time  is  Coming.  ?.  M. 

Yonr.g  Choir,  8R. 

1  "D  E  JOICE,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 
^^     Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom  ; 

And  Zion's  children  then  shall  sing-, 

The  deserts  all  are  blossoming. 
Bejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 
Eejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom. 

The  Gospel  banner  wide  unfurled, 

Shall  wave  in  triumph  o'er  the  world ;  ', 

And  every  creature,  bond  and  free, 

Shall  hail  the  glorious  jubilee. 

3  Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  Prince  of  Peace  shall  reign ; 

And  lambs  shall  with  the  leopard  play  ; 

For  naught  shall  harm  in  Zion's  v/ay. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  Prince  of  Peace  shall  reign; 

The  svrord  and  spear,  of  needless  worth, 

Shall  prune  the  tree  and  plough  tlie  earth ; 

And  peace  shall  smile  from  shore  to  shore; 

And  nations  learn  to  war  no  more. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  Prince  of  Peace  shall  reign. 


22o.  Ths  Gospel  Trumpet— Jubilee.  P.  M. 

Flymonth  Cclleclion.  116. 

1       DLOTV  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
^     The  gladly  solemn  sound  I 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come , 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTIOIf.  19t 

Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb  : 

Redemption  by  his  blood 

Through  all  tho  lands  proclaim : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  smners,  home. 

Ye,  who  have  sold  for  naught 

The  heritage  above, 

Shall  have  it  back,  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

To  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive ; 

And  safe  in  Jesus  dvrcll, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  ; 
The  3'ear  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

The  Gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pard'ning  grace  ; 

Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near. 

Behold  your  Saviour's  face ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Jesus,  our  Great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made  . 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubUee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


198  LEE   AYENUE   COLLECTION. 

229.  The  Glories  of  the  Church.  8s  &  7a 

Plymouth  Collection,  313. 

1  /"jLOmOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
^     Ziou,  city  of  our  God; 

He  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 

Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

Who  can  shake  her  sure  repose  ? 
"With  salvation's  wall  surrounded, 

She  can  smile  at  ail  her  foes. 

2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters. 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
TVell  supply  her  sons  and  daughters, 

And  the  fear  of  want  remove  : 
"Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Onward  flows  her  thirst  t'  assuage — 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord — the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hov'ring, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering. 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
'  Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 
He,  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 

Forms  thee  for  his  own  abode 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  19^ 

^oO,  XTniversal  Praise.  L.  M. 

Plynioutli  Collection,  163. 

1  "TROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 

Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Tlii'ough  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies.  Lord, 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 

Thy  name  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


231,    Let  the  Song  of  Praise  and  Gladness.  83  &  Tsi 

School  Singer,  72. 

1  T  ET  the  song  of  praise  and  gladness 

Ring  to  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
Sec  the  veil  of  gloom  and  sadness 

Yielding  at  the  G-ospel's  sound ; 
Thanks  to  Heaven  for  every  blessing 

Showered  upon  us  through  the  year; 
Health  and  competence  possessing, 

Can  we  wish  for  greater  here  ? 

2  Freedom's  banner  floats  above  us. 

Peace  and  plenty  crown  our  land ; 
Learning  spreads  her  stores  around  us, 

Comforts  rise  on  every  hand  ; 
O'er  benighted  souls  is  breaking 

Daily,  now,  the  light  divine  ; 
Heathen  minds,  from  slumber  waking, 

Feel  religion's  influence  shine. 


200  LEE   AVENTJE   COLLECTIOIT. 

3  Favored  youth  of  every  nation, 

Come  1  obey  the  solemn  call ; 
Let  the  tidh\2:s  of  salvation 

You  have  heard,  be  known  to  all ; 
Be  our  happiness  extended 

To  each  region  of  the  earth, 
Till  their  songs  with  praise  are  blendod, 

At  a  blest  Redeemer's  bh-th. 

4  And  to  us  the  trust  be  given — 

Children  of  a  ransomed  land —  , 
To  send  the  ministry  of  heaven  ' 

To  mountain  heiglit  and  desert  sand  ; 
Let  no  year  that  passes  o'er  us 

E'er  behold  our  labors  cease, 
Till  we  see,  on  distant  islands, 

"Wave  the  Gospel  flag  of  peace. 


^od).  Thanksgiving.  8s, 


IS.  Saew. 


1  T  ET  gratitude  waken  i.he  song, 

And  swell  the  harmonious  l}Te  ; 
Let  praise  the  sweet  anthem  prolong, 

And  joy  every  bosom  inspire  ! 
"Wliat  favors  around  us  have  flowed. 

Unmeasured,  unspeakably  great, 
By  Heaven  in  rich  mercy  bestowed 

On  man  in  his  fallen  estate  1 

2  The  earth  with  rich  verdure  is  crowned, 

The  fruits  in  their  fullness  appear, 
The  songs  of  the  reapers  resound, 
And  plenty  encircles  the  year ; 


LEE   AYENUE   COLLECTION.  201 

The  blessings  of  freedom  are  ours, 
And  kno^vledge  of  virtuo  increase  ; 

No  foe  is  invading  our  shores, 

We  live  with  the  nations  at  peace. 

3  The  sound  of  the  Gospel  is  heard, 

The  Scriptures  their  treasures  unfold. 
While  thousands  believe  in  the  word, 

More  precious  than  silver  or  gold  ; 
No  fierce  persecutions  arise, 

The  heart  and  the  conscience  to  bind  ; 
That  wisdom  v.^hich  Heaven  supplies, 

The  weakest  believer  may  find. 

4  Let  gratitude  waken  the  song. 

And  swell  the  harmonious  lyre ; 
Let  praise  the  sweet  anthem  prolong, 

And  joy  every  bosom  inspire  ; 
A  nation  so  favored  of  God 

Should  ever  acknowledge  his  hand- 
Should  send  his  salvation  abroad, 

His  Gospel  to  every  land. 


202 


LEE  AVENUE   OOLLECTIOK. 


233.  Secret  Prayer.  7s&68. 

Sanday-School  HRrnsoniat,  91. 

1  p  0  when  the  moraing  shineth, 
^     Go  when  the  moon  is  bright, 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go  in  the  hush  of  night ; 
Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling — 

Send  earthly  thoughts  away — 
And  in  thy  chamber  kneeling, 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  203 

2  Oh  !  not  a  joy  or  blessing 

"With  this  can  we  compare, 
The  power  that  He  hath  given  us, 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer  ; 
Then  for  thyself  and  neighbor 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
And  link  with  each  petition 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Or  if  'tis  e'er  denied  thee 

In  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee 

AVhen  friends  are  round  thy  way, 
E'en  then  the  silent  breathiug 

Thy  spirit  lifts  above, 
Will  reach  His  throne  of  glory, 

Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

4  Oh  !  not  a  joy  or  blessing 

With  this  can  we  compare, 
The  grace  our  Father  gives  us, 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer ; 
Wliene'er  thou  art  in  sadness. 

Before  his  footstool  fall ; 
Eemember,  too,  in  gladness. 

His  love,  who  gave  thee  alL 


±.  Just  as  thou  art.  83  &  6a. 

Plymouth  Collection,  132. 

1    JUST  as  thou  art,  without  one  trace 
^      Of  love,  or  joy,  or  inward  grace, 
Or  meetness  for  the  heavenly  place, 
0  guilty  sinner  1  come  1 


204  LEE  AYENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Thy  sins  I  bore  on  Calvary's  tree ; 
The  stripes  thy  due  were  laid  on  me, 
That  peace  and  pardon  might  be  free ; 

0  wretched  sinner  !  come  ! 

3  Come !  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross, 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross ; 
My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss ; 

U  needy  sinner !  come  ! 

4  Come!  hither  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
Thine  acliing  heart,  thy  bursting  tears  ; 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears; 

0  trembling  sinner !  come ! 

5  "The  Spirit  and  the  bride  sny,  Cornel" 
Rejoicing  saints  reecho,  Come  ! 

Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will  may  come  ; 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  come  I 


235.  Just  as  I  am.  8s  &  6s. 

Plymouth  Collection,  132. 

1  TUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 

^      But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
^    And  that  thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  thee, 

0  Lamb  of  God !  I  come  !  ^x  ^^ 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 

To  cleanse  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  thee,  whose  blood  can  wash  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God !  I  come ! 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  205 

*  3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
"With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 
0  Lamb  of  God !  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  bhnd — 
Sight,  riches,  heahng  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find  ; 

0  Lamb  of  God  !  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am  thou  wilt  receive, 

AVilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 

0  Lamb  of  God  !  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am.  thy  love,  I  own, 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now  to  be  thine,  and  thine  alone, 

0  Lamb  of  God  !  I  come  1 


236.  Prayer  of  a  Penitent.  C.  M, 

Plymouth  Collection,  254. 

1  A  THOU  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
^     Contrition's  humble  sigh, 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 

From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  I 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  '•  Return"? 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
Oh  !  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 


206  LEE  AYEXUE   COLLECTION-. 

4:  Oh  !  shine  on  this  benighted  heart 
With  beams  of  fnercy  shine  ;      ' 
And  let  thy  heahng  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  jojs  divine. 

**«^«'  Importunate  Prayer.  s.  M 

Plymouth  Collection  226. 

1  JESUS,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  everv  saint, 
Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  teU, 
To  pray,  and  never  feint.  * 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear 

We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 

Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear, 

And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

*•  Why  should  we" longer  wait  ?" 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
-But  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry; 
Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear, 
He  11  help  them  from  on  high. 

5  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer  : 
He  sees,  he  hears,  and  from  on  high 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 


338. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTIOX,  207 


Power  of  Eeligion.  7s. 

Sunday-School  Harmonist,  216. 

?TIS  religion  that  can  giro 

Sweetest  pleasure  while  we  live  ; 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 
After  death  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity ! 
Be  the  living  God  our  friend, 
Then  our  bliss  shall  never  end. 


239.  Wrestling  for  a  Blessing.  7a 

Songa  of  Zion,  100. 

1  "W^AY,  I  can  not  let  thee  go 

Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 
Once  a  sinner  near  despair 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer: 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free — 
Lord,  that  mere}'"  came  to  me. 

2  Many  years  have  passed  since  then, 
Many  changes  have  I  seen, 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now — 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou? 
*  "N&y,  I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 

'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  : 

I  can  no  deuial  take 

"When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 


208  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

240.  Eepentance.  C.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  144. 

1  A  LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  lie  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  I  grace  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  drtrkness  h!de, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died        ..0?K 
Por  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears. 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


241.       Must  Jesus  bear  his  Cross  alone  1       C.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  944,    « 

1  MUST  Jesus  bear  his  cross  alone, 

-^"     And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 

No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 

And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 


LEE  a\i;nue  collection.  209 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ; 
But  now  they  taste  unraingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free, 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear— 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 


«•  Not  ashamed  of  Jesus.  L.  M 

PljTnouth  Collection,  159. 

1  TESTIS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

"      A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee ! 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star: 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine, 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  that  dear  Friend      j^ 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  I 
No ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave ; 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 


810  LEE  AYEXUE   COLLECTION. 

5  Till  then — nor  is  ray  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And  oh  I  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 


H^ 


243.  Hark!  those  Happy  Voices.  P.  IL 

Plymouth  Collection,  139. 

'ARK !  those  happy  voices,  saying, 
Yet  there's  room : 
Sinner,  come. 
Heaven's  call  obeying." 

2  Now  the  feast  is  spread  befor'e  thee, 
AVait  no  more, 
Grace  implore, 

Peace  shall  then  come  o'er  thee. 

3  Bless  the  Lord  of  hfe  forever, 
0  my  soul ! 
Bountiful, 

Infinite  his  favor, 

4  Bless  the  Lord  of  thy  salvation, 
"Who  in  love 
From  above, 

Heard  thy  supplication. 

5  Bless  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  j 
Through  his  blood 
That  freely  flowed. 

Are  thy  sins  forgiven. 

%  Bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  abounding, 
Fills  thy  days 
With  joy  and  praise, 
Songs  of  triumph  sounding. 


LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION.  211 

244.  Salvation  by  Grace.  S.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  192. 

1  p  RACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
^     Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resouad, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


245.  Triumplis  of  Grac3.  C.  BL 

Plymouth  Collention,  180. 

1  A  MAZIXG  grace  I  how  sweet  the  sound, 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found. 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 
Hovr  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed  1 


212  LEE  ATENUE   COLLECTION. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares 
I  have  already  come  : 
*Tis  grace  has  brought  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 


24:6.  A  Miracle  of  Grace.  8s  &  7a. 

Plymouth  Collection,  382. 

1  TI  AIL,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus ! 

Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing ; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 

Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and'King. 
Oh  !  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven ! 

Oh!  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 
Love  I  much,  I've  much  forgiven — 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 

2  Once  witli  Adam's  race  in  rum, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay  ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing. 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way. 
"Witness,  all  ye  host  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness ;  ^  tO 

Love  I  much,  I've  much  forgiven —        ^      -5^ 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  1 

3  Shout,  ye  bright,  angelic  choir, 

Praise  the  Lamb  entlironed  above, 
"Whilst  astonished  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 
That  blest  moment  I  received  him. 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace ; 
Love  I  much,  I've  much  forgiven— 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION,  213 

247.  me  Sacred  Call.  Ts. 

Musical  Bouquet,  223. 

1  pOME,  saith  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 

^     Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  clioice ; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home ; 
"Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come. 

2  Hither  come ;  for  here  is  found 
Balm  for  every  bleeding  wound^ 
Peace  -which  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 


<6^o.  Invitation.  L.  ML 

Juvenile  Songs,  109. 

w      1  pOME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 

^     Ye  heavy-laden  sinners  !  come  ! 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  homeu 

2  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me  ; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lovi^y  mind; 
But  passion  rages  as  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  empty  as  the  wind. 

3  Jesus !  we  come,  at  thy  command, 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand. 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


214  LEE   AYEXUE   COLLECTION. 

249.  How  Charming  the  Thought.  lis. 

Juvenile  Songs,  80. 


1  XIOW  charming  the  thought  that  the  spirits  in 
■'-*-        bhs3 

Should  bow  their  bright  wings  to  a  world  such  as 

this, 
And  leave  the  sweet  songs  of  the  mansions  above, 
To  breathe  o'er  our  bosoms  some  message  of  love. 

2  They  come !    on  the  wings  of  the  morning  they 

come, 
The  pilgrim  to  waft  from  this  storaiy  abode — 
lo  convoy  the  stranger  in  peace  to  his  home, 
And  lay  him  to  rest  in  the  arms  of  his  God. 


250.  The  Blood  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  180. 

1  THERE  is  a  fovmtain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins, 
And  sinners,  plunged  benealh  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stahis. 

2  The  dj'ing  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb  !  th}^  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 


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4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming'  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
"When  this  poor  lisping,  stammermg  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


251.  Christ  the  Kosk  of  Agas.  7s. 

Plymouth  CoUeclion,  110. 

1  "p  OCK  of  ages !  cleft  for  me, 
-*■*'     Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood 
From  thy  side  a  healing  flood, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure  ; 

Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure, 

2  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  alone — 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  ; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  "Wliile  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death. 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown,    , 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages  !  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


216  LEE  AYENTJE   COLLECTION. 


252.  Chief  among  Ten  Thousand.  C.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  190. 

1  MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 
His  head,  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'crflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  mo  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  aU  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet, 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God^ 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

6  Since  from  thy  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord!  they  should  all  be  thina 


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253.  Oh !  th.ev3  will  b3  Mourning.  P.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  128. 

1  AH  I  there  will  be  mourning, 
^  Before  the  judgment-seat, 
"When  tliis  world  is  burning 

Beneath  Jchov.ah's  leet ; 

Friends  and  kindred  there  will  part^ 

Will  part  to  meet  no  more  ! 

"Wrath  will  sink  the  lebel's  heart, 

"While  saints  on  high  adore. 

2  Oh  !  there  will  be  mxourniug, 

Before  the  judgment-seat, 
"When  the  trumpet's  warning 
The  shiner's  ear  shall  greet. 

Friends  and  kindred,  &c. 

3  Oh  I  there  will  be  mourning, 

Before  the  judgment-seat, 
"When  from  dust  returaing, 

The  lost  their  doom  shall  meet. 
Friends  and  kindred,  o:c. 

4  Oh  1  there  will  be  mourning, 

Before  the  judgment-seat  I 
Justice,  ever  frowning, 
Shall  seal  the  sinner's  fate. 
Friends  and  kindred,  Ac 


218 


LiiE  AVEXUE   COLLECTION. 


254.  The  Banner  Hymn.  P.  M. 

Wilder's  Musical  Elementary,  140. 

1  AH  !  'tis  in  the  land  of  the  Bible  we  love, 

^     "Which  so  proudly  we  hail  in  the  Gospel  light 

gleaming, 
"Whose  radiance  reflecting  pnre  light  from  above, 
O'er  the  land  of  the  heathen  in  brilliance  la 
streaming: 
In  strength  do  we  gather,  in  might  do  we 

come, 
The  youth  of  our  country  —  the  pride  of 

our  home ; 
And  long  may  the  Sabbath-school  Banner 

still  wave 
"  O'er  the  laud  of  the  free,  and  the  home  of 
the  brave." 


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2  We  prather  in  strength  and  in  numbers  appear, 

Rich  and  poor  meet  alike  the  loved  standard  sur- 
rounding ; 
"What  a  garden  for  culture — what  tendrils  to  rear  I 
What  a   field  for  your   labors! — the   harvest 
abounding : 
In  strength  do  we  gather,  &c. 

3  Oh !  guide  us  in  truth,  and  the  future  will  smile ; 

Be  your  precepts  in  love,  and  we  gladly  receive 
them : 
No  infidel  tale  will  our  reason  beguile, 

But  the  words  of  the  Bible,  our  young  hearts 
believe  them : 
In  strength  do  we  gather,  &c. 

4  And  in  love  we  will  think  of  the  heathen  afar, 

And  forget  not  to  pray  for  his  mind's  desolation  ; 
The  mission  of  mercy  shall  beam  as  a  star, 

And  shall  gild  with  its  brilliance  each  far-distant 
nation  : 
In  strength  do  we  gather,  &c. 

5  And  our  own  land  of  freedom  —  bo  it  ever  the 

same ; 
Future  ages  shall  read  and  rejoice  in  our  story ; 
Our  Sunday-school  system  shall  gain  us  a  name, 
And   religion  shall  wreathe  our  young  brows 
with  its  glory  : 
The  cause  that  we  love — Oh!  triumph  it 

must, 
"With  the  brave  be  our  motto — "In  God  is 

our  trust !" 
Then  long  may  the  Sabbath-school  bannef 

still  wave 
"  O'er  the  land  of  the  free,  and  the  home  of 
the  brave." 


220  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

255.  Hail  the  Armed  and  Marshalled  Band.    P.  M, 

WilJer's  Musical  Elementary,  130 

1  TIAIL  the  armed  and  marshalled  band, 

■*■     Marching  through  Immanuel's  land  1 
Ye  soldiers  of  our  heavenly  King! 
Ye  soldiers  of  our  heavenly  King ! 
Though  hosts  of  foes  against  you  fight, 
Ye  triumph  in  the  Saviour's  might : 
His  banner  to  the  breezes  fling, 
And  shout  for  your  victorious  King  ! 
To  each  he  gives  a  glorious  prize, 
A  crown  of  light  above  the  skies. 

Firm  in  duty  let  us  be ; 

He  will  give  us  victory ; 

T  le  shall  bring  us  to  the  shore, 

Where  peace  reigns  for  evermore. 

2  Lo!  the  Chief  whose  name  you  bear, 
In  his  strength  all  perils  dare  ; 
Then  let  the  storm  of  battle  beat, 
Then  let  the  storm  of  battle  beat, 

In  majesty  he  leads  us  on, 
And  soon  the  meed  of  valor  won. 
His  glory  all  on  earth  shall  see, 
And  worship  everlastingly ; 
And  heaven's  wide  realms  with  lo;:d  reclaim 
Join  in  the  anthem  to  his  name. 
Firm  in  duty  let  us  be,  &c. 


S56.     To  hear  Eedemption's  Sacred  Story.      P.  TXL 

Wilder'a  Musical  Elementary,  148. 

1  TO  hear  redemption's  sacred  story, 
•*•     In  darkness  distant  myriads  wait ; 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTIOX.  221 

To  pour  on  them  that  heavenly  glory, 
Shall  we  not  ope  the  golden  gate  ? 
Shall  ignorance,  the  mischief  breeding, 
And  sin,  their  scowl  on  every  hearth, 
In  desolation  wrap  the  earth, 
And  Christian  nations  stand  unheeding  ? 
Then  rouse  ye,  ye  who  serve 
Our  great  Redeemer,  Lord; 
His  name,  his  name  to  heathens  preach, 
And  let  them  love  his  word. 

The  love  of  Christ,  can  man  resign  it, 

Wlio  once  has  felt  his  holy  flame  ? 
Can  bounds  of  land  or  sea  confine  it, 

Or  nature's  universal  frame  ? 
Too  long  those  lands  in  shadow  sleeping, 

The  spoiler's  sway  has  dared  oppress ; 

But  lo  !  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
The  harvest  and  the  laborers  reaping  I 
Then  rouse  ye,  &c. 


257.  All  Hail  to  Christ,  our  King !       6s  &  4s 

Plymouth  Collection,  S18. 

1  A  LL  hail  to  Christ  our  King  1 

Jesus,  immortal  King ! 

Our  gracious  King, 
Ever  victorious. 
Holy  and  glorious ; 
Ever  reign  over  us, 

Jesus  our  King ! 

2  Father  and  G-od  I  arise, 
Confound  his  enemies ; 

Let  them  bow  down — 


222  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION 

Bow  to  thy  chastening  rod, 
Saved  by  thy  precious  blood, 
Saviour  and  mighty  God, 
Jesus  our  King ! 

3  From  every  lurking  foe, 
Save  us,  we  pray  thee  now 

And  evermore ; 
May  we  obey  thy  laws, 
Fight  in  thy  hoi}'  cause, 
Singing  with  heart  and  voice, 
Hail  to  our  King ! 


258.  "  Compel  them  to  come  in."         C.  H.  M. 

New  Lute  of  Zion,  236. 

1  no  into  every  street  and  lane, 
^     Betimes  the  work  begin ; 
Grently,  by  love,  each  soul  constrain, 

"  Compel  them  to  come  in :" 
The  house  of  prayer's  the  gate  of  heaven, 
To  all  the  invitation's  given. 

2  Let  all  the  wretched  hear  thy  voice, 

Each  wayward  wanderer  seek ; 
Tell  of  a  heaven  of  boundless  joys. 

Of  peace  and  pardon  speak ; 
And  all  God's  counsel  to  declare, 
Tell  of  a  world  of  dark  despair ! 

?  To  all  be  courteous,  meek,  and  mild, 

Affectionate,  sincere ; 
And  if  at  any  time  reviled. 

Yield  not  to  wrath  or  fear; 
But  joyfully  endure  the  shame. 
And  bear  reproach,  for  Jesus'  name. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  223 

259.      "Cast  thy  Bread  upon  the  Waters."     C.  M. 

Siibbath-School  Concert  Hymns,  41. 

1  TTPOISr  the  waters  cast  thy  bread, 
^      And  after  njany  days, 

It  shall  come  back  to  thee  again  ; 
And  fill  thy  mouth  with  praise. 

2  What  is  the  bread,  in  wliose  rich  yield, 

The  sower  comfort  finds  ? 
It  is  the  seed  of  Gospel  truth, 
Scattered  in  youthful  minds. 

3  The  waters  are  the  Sabbath-school, 

Spread  over  all  the  land  ; 
The  sowers,  they  the  teachers  are, 
Who  go  forth,  seed  in  hand. 

4  To-day,  it  may  not  break  the  clod , 

Nor  yet.  to-morrow,  bloom  ; 
Tet  faint  not,  you  in  God's  own  time, 
Shall  shout  the  harvest  home. 


260.  The  Sower.  P.  M. 

S.ibbtith-School  Concert  Hymns,  37. 

1  P  0  SOW  thy  seed  on  the  mountain's  top — 
^     Go  scatter  it  in  the  vale  ; 

In  due  time  thou  shalt  reap  the  crop. 
For  his  word  can  never  fail. 

2  What  though  some  fall  upon  the  track, 

By  thoughtless  travellers  worn, 
And  the  fowls  of  heaven  supply  their  lack 
From  the  unburied  corn  ? 


224  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

3  What  though  some  falls  on  stony  ground, 

And  with  the  morn  springs  up, 
But  when  the  sun  is  liot,  is  found 
To  mock  the  tiller's  hope  ? 

4  What  though  amid  the  pricking  thorns, 

Some  precious  seed  may  fall, 
And  gain  at  best,  a  sickly  growth, 
And  bear  no  fruit  at  all  ? 

5  Go  sow  thy  seed  on  the  mountain's  top — 

Go  scatter  it  in  the  vale  ; 
In  due  time,  thou  shalt  reap  the  croj) ; 
For  his  word  can  never  fail. 


261.  Sowing  the  Seed.  S.  M. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Bo«k,  ISi. 

1  OOW  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 

^-^     At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 
Broad- cast  it  round  the  land. 

2  Beside  all  waters  sow, 

The  highway  furrows  stock, 
Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow, 
Scatter  it  on  the  rock. 

3  The  good,  the  fruitful  ground, 

Expect  not  here  nor  there ; 
O'er  hill  and  dale  by  spots  'tis  found ; 
Go  forth  then  everywhere. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION.  225 

4  Thou  knowest  not  which  may  thrive, 

The  late  or  early  sown  ; 
Graee  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
When  and  wherever  strown. 

5  And  duly  shall  appear. 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength. 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
A.nd  the  full  corn  at  length. 

6  Thou  canst  not  toD  in  vain  : 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
S^all  foster  and  mature  the  grain, 
For  garners  in  the  sky, 

7  Then  when  the  glorious  end. 

The  day  of  Grod  is  come, 
The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  sing  "Harvest  home  1" 


H' 


262.  Spiritual  Harvest.  8s  &  Ts. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  149. 

'E  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping. 
Bearing  still  the  precious  seed, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 

AU  his  labor  shall  succeed. 
Then  will  fall  the  rain  of  heaven, 

Then  the  sun  of  mercy  shine ; 
Precious  fruits  will  then  be  given, 

Through  an  influence  aU  divine. 

2  Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary, 
Nor  let  fears  thy  mind  employ ; 
Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 
Thou  mayst  reap  the  fruits  of  joy. 


226  LEE  AYEXUE   COLLECTION. 

Lo !  the  scene  of  verdure  brightening, 
See  the  rising  grain  appear ; 

Look  again,  the  tields  are  whitening  j 
Sure  the  harvest  time  is  near. 


263. 


Toil  on,  Teachers.  8s  &  78. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  149. 


1  TOIL  on,  teachers  !  toil  on  boldly, 

Labor  on  and  watch  and  pray  ; 
Men  may  scoff  and  treat  you  coldly, 

Heed  them  not.  go  on  your  %yay^ 
Jesus  is  a  loving  master ; 

Cease  not  then  his  work  to  do  ; 
Cleave  to  him  still  closer,  faster, 

He  will  own  and  honor  you. 

2  Toil  on,  teachers !  nothing  daunted, 

Whatsoever  may  oppose ; 
You  shall  have  all  help  that's  wanted, 

Jesus  every  peril  knows: 
Be  not  fearful,  terror-stricken, 

Tremble  not  at  any  foe — 
Danger !  let  it  only  quicken, 

Make  your  Christian  courage  show. 

3  Toil  on,  teachers !  toil  on  ever, 

Constantl}^,  unflinching  toil  ; 
Faint  ye  not,  and  weary  never. 

Labor  on  in  every  soil ; 
Listless  souls  one  day  may  waken. 

Buried  seed  spring  up  and  grow ; 
Sin's  stout  bulwarks  may  be  shaken, 

Hardened  hearts  may  bo  brought  low. 


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4  Toil  on,  teachers !  earnest,  steady, 

Sou'ing  well  the  seed  of  truth ; 
Always  willing,  cheerful,  ready, 

"Watching,  praying,  for  your  youth ; 
Patient,  firm,  and  persevering, 

Leaning  on  the  promise  sure ; 
Prayer  will  surely  gain  a  hearing, 

Faithful  to  the  end  endure. 

5  Toil  on,  teachers!  you  are  doing, 

AVhat  the  Saviour  well  approves; 
Satan  seeks  young  souls  to  ruin, 

Jesus  to  redeem  them  loves ; 
Kindly  still  he  looks  upon  them, 

Tenderly  he  calls  them  near, 
Sheds  his  grace  and  mercy  on  them 

"While  his  blessed  voice  they  hean 

6  Toil  on,  teachei's !  in  due  season, 

Reaping  time  will  surely  come  ; 
You  shall  yet  have  glorious  reason, 

To  rejoice  in  harvest  home ; 
Many  a  shining  one  in  glory, 

As  the  endless  ages  roll, 
Shall  reveal  the  welcome  story, 

How  by  you,  Christ  saved  his  souh 


264.  Tie  Teacher's  Resolve.  H.  M. 

Plymouth  CollecUon,  810. 

1  / 'J.E.ACE  shall  our  souls  inspire 
^     W\t]\  holy  love  to  all ; 
Nor  let  us  ever  tire 

Where  want  and  duty  call  1 
Oh !  let  it  ne'er  be  said  again, 
""What  do  ye  more  than  other  men  "^ 


228  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  The  wretched  we  would  seek, 

The  naked  we  would  clothe ; 
The  mists  of  folly  break. 

With  sacred  light  and  love : 
The  mourner  cheer,  the  hungry  feed, 
And  for  the  poor  and  needy  plead. 

3  Does  Jesus  intei  cede 

Before  his  Fatlier's  throne  ? 
Did  he  on  Calvary  bleed, 

And  wear  the  thorny  crown  ? 
And  all  for  us !  0  love  divine  ! 
Jesus,  our  all  be  ever  thine. 

4  The  promise  we  receive. 

Will  amply  then  repay 
The  mite  we  freely  give 

To  these  dear  youths  to-day; 
Accept  the  offering  we  impart, 
The  tribute  of  a  grateful  heart. 


265.  Prayer  for  Divine  Assistance.  Ua, 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Siuging  Book,  112. 

1  THE  mercy  of  Jesus  has  brought  us  once  more 
-*■      To  bow  at  his  footstool,  his  aid  to  implore  • 
That  we  who  the  office  of  teachers  sustain, 
May  neither  grow  weary  nor  labor  in  vain. 

2  The  work  wo  engage  in  is  great,  we  confess, 
And  we  have  no  might  to  insure  its  success ; 
We  now  are  assembled  assistance  to  seek 

From  H:m  who  has  promised  to  strengthen  the 
weak. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  229 

3  We  pray  for  that  wisdom  which,  comes  from  aboye, 
To  render  our  duty  a  service  of  love  ; 

To  open  the  minds  of  the  children  to  see 
How  pleasant  the  ways  of  rehgion  must  be. 

4  ^Yc  ask  to  exhibit,  in  word  and  in  deed, 
A  holy  example  that  children  may  read  ; 
And  may  our  endeavors  aU  centre  in  this, 
Hereafc-cr  to  meet  them  in  glory  and  bliss. 


266.  Sseking  a  Blessing.  P.  IL 

Bradbury'a  S.  S.  Choir,  IT. 

1  TXriULE-the  heavenly  seed  we're  sowing, 

Lord,  appear. 
Our  hearts  to  cheer. 
Streams  of  mercy  flowing. 

2  While  these  children  we're  addressing, 

Crown  thy  word, 
Indulgent  Lord, 
"With  thy  richest  blessing. 

3  Let  them  feel  their  lost  condition, 

And  apply 
With  earnest  cry 
To  the  great  Physician. 

4  When  they  hear  thy  bleeding  story, 

May  they  feel 
Thy  sweet  appeal. 
And  givo  to  thee  the  glory. 


230  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

267.  My  Class.  P.M. 

School  Singer,  191. 

1  TyHEN  Sabbath's  hallowed  morn  I  meet, 

What  makes  its  sacred  hours  so  sweet  ? 
The  hope  that  I  this  day  sliall  meet 

My  class,  my  clasa 

2  When  to  the  closet  I  repair, 

To  tell  my  wants  to  Jesus  there, 
What  is  the  burden  of  my  prayer  ? 
My  class,  &o. 

3  What  calls  my  willing  feet  away,     > 
To  spend  an  hour  at  setting  day, 
Willi  fellow-teachers  oft  to  pray  ? 

My  class,  &c. 

4  Whose  wayward  footsteps  give  me  pain  ? 
O'er  whom,  still  bound  in  error's  chain, 
I've  seemed  to  weep  and  pray  in  vain  ? 

My  class,  &c. 


268.  rne  Tract  Visitor.  8s&6flt 

Spiritual  Songs,  m. 

1  P  0  forth  on  wings  of  fervent  prayer  ; 
^     Gro  with  the  message  from  above ; 

Go  in  the  Master's  name  you  love, 
Silent  but  eloquent  to  move — 
Till  e'en  the  deaf  shall  hear, 

2  To  every  dwelling  speed  your  way, 

Scatter  the  shades  of  error's  night, 
Kindle  the  rays  of  Gospel  light, 
Pour  them  around  in  splendor  bright— 
Till  e'en  the  Uind  shall  see. 


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3  Bid  every  slumbering  soul  awake ; 

Tell  of  the  darkness,  fire,  and  chains ; 
Tell  of  the  heaven  where  Jesus  reigns; 
Tell  of  his  love  in  melting  strains- 
Till  e'en  the  dumb  shall  speak. 

4  0  Jesus  !  give  thy  word  success  ; 

Lo  !  at  thy  footstool  now  we  bend  ; 
Only  on  tliee  our  hopes  depend ; 
Thou  art  alone  the  sinner's  Friend — 
Thy  word  is  life  and  peace. 


269.         The  Earnest  Teacher's  Prayer.  S.  M, 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  135. 

1  CAVE  all  my  children,  Lord! 
^      For  less  I  dare  not  ask ; 

I  know  thou  wilt  fulfill  thy  word, 
If  I  fulfill  my  task. 

2  Thy  word  is  :  "  Work  and  pray ; 

Toil  on,  'mid  hopes  and  fears : 
The  sowing  brings  the  reaping  day ; 
The  harvest  follows  tears."' 

3  Oh  1  let  me  strive  to  be 

The  laborer  thou  wilt  bless ; 
And  hourly  offer  unto  thee 
The  works  of  righteousness. 

4  Yet.  when  my  best  is  done, 

'Tis  sin  and  folly  still  ; 
My  only  plea  is,  that  thy  Son 
Wrought  out  thy  perfect  will, 

6  Then  hear  me  while  I  ask, 

"  Save  all  my  children.  Lord!" 
While  I.  in  feith,  fulfill  my  task, 
Do  thou  fulfill  thy  word. 


232  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

270.      The? e  is  a  Spot  surpassing  Sweet.     8s  &  63. 

Air,  "  Lanesboro." 

New  Lute  of  ZioD,  23J. 

1  THERE  is  a  spot  surpassing  sweet, 
■*■     By  Sovereign  Kindness  given, 
"Where  old  and  young  together  meet, 
And  sit  them  down  at  Jesu^'  feet, 

And  learn  the  way  to  heaven. 

2  The  little  prattler  stops  his  play, 

On  Saturday  at  even, 
And  on  the  peaceful  Sabbath  day, 
He  comes  with  joy  to  learn  the* way, 

That  leads  to  bliss  and  heaven. 

3  The  stalwart  youth,  his  toils  forgot, 

One  peaceful  day  iv  -seven, 
Retires  to  this  delightful  spot, 
To  banish  earth,  and  spend  a  thought 

Upon  the  things  of  heaven. 

4  The  man  of  toil,  with  cares  oppressed, 

"Who  all  the  week  has  striven. 
Comes  with  a  calm  and  peaceful  breast^ 
To  think  of  joys,  and  dream  of  rest 

The  weary  hud  in  heaven. 

5  The  hoary  veteran  on  the  brink 

Of  life's  concluding  even, 
Retires  from  busy  life  to  think, 
Within  this  spot,  the  brightest  link 

Between  the  earth  and  heaven. 

6  Ho !  ye,  who,  in  Siloam's  pool, 

Have  washed  and  been  forgiven, 
Come  ye,  till  every  seat  is  full. 
And  grace  shall  make  the  Sabbath -school, 

TJie  very  gate  of  heaven. 


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271t      The  Teacher's  Thoughts  of  Heaven.      L.  M. 

Boj-s'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  120. 

1  A  WORLD  of  glory  and  of  bliss, 

^  Not  soiled  by  guilt,  or  marred  like  this, 
"We  long  to  reach  thy  tranquil  shore, 
To  sin,  and  fear,  and  weep  no  more. 

2  "We  long  to  pass  those  portals  bright, 
Ne'er  clouded  by  th'  approach  of  night ; 
"We  long  to  see  that  peaceful  brow, 

Once  stained  with  blood,  but  glorious  now. 

3  Yet,  Vv-hen  we  bow  before  the  throne, 
We  would  not  lind  ourselves  alone  ; 

E'en  heaven  would  seem  less  glad  and  fair 
If  we  should  miss  our  children  there. 

4  Oh  !  may  we  toil,  and  pray,  and  weep, 
And  ever  wakeful  watchiugs  keep  ; 
That  every  child  v.'hom  we  have  taught 
May  be  at  length  to  glory  brought. 


273.         Teacher,  on  thy  Station  Stand.  7b. 

Boj's'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  llOt 

^^  TEACHER,  on  thy  station  stand, 

Faithful  to  thy  Saviour's  call ; 
"With  the  shield  of  faith  in  hand, 
Fearless  let  what  may  befall. 
Nothing  fill  thee  with  dismay. 
Hunger,  toil,  or  length  of  way : 
In  the  strength  of  Jesus  boast. 
Never,  never  quit  thy  post  1" 


234  LEE  ATENUE   COLLECTIOlf. 


273. 


Teacher,  Grow  not  Faint.  P.  M. 

Siiaday-School  Harmonist,  212. 

**  TEACHER,  grow  not  fliint  nor  wearj, 
■*■     Think  of  yonder  radiant  land, 

"WTiere  tlio  laborers  rest  forever, 
'Mid  the  wliite-robed  angel  band  : 

Rescued  souls  umy  greet  you  there, 

Making  heaven  itself  more  fair." 


274.  Farewell  to  a  Teacher.  '  L.  M. 

Boyi'  and  Gins'   ■inging  Book,  150, 

1  "TjEAR  partner  of  our  hopes  ai.d  fears, 
^     And  wilt  thou  here  no  lorgcr  dwell, 
To  sliare  our  toils,  and  joys,  and  tears — 

And  mu.st  we  bid  a  sad  farewell  ? 

2  Yes,  thou  must  fill  thy  future  lot. 

Far  from  thy  fond  and  cherished  friends  ; 
But  not  to  he  by  us  forgot, 

While  life  its  beating  pulses  spends. 

3  We'll  think  of  thee  amid  the  scene 

Of  each  returning  Sabbath  da}-, 
And  nowhere  else,  with  grief  so  keen, 
Will  mourn  that  thou  art  far  awa}-. 

4.  We'll  think  of  thee  whene'er  v;e  meet, 

Our  weekly  lessons  to  prepare, 

Nor  deem  our  social  baud  complete. 

Whilst  thou,  dear  friend,  art  wanting  there. 


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5  We'll  think  of  thee  around  the  board 

That  speaks  a  dying  Saviour's  love, 
And  trust  our  joy  will  be  restored, 
In  endless  fellowship  above. 

6  Oh !  may  the  Lord  thy  footsteps  guard, 

His  choicest  blessings  fill  thy  heart, 
And  crown  thee  with  his  rich  reward, 

"Where  Christian  friends  no  more  shall  part. 


275. 


The  Close  of  a  Meeting  for  Prayer.  78. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  103. 

TF  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 

Christians  meet  for  social  prayer ; 
If  'tis  sweet  with  them  to  raise 
Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise, 
Passing  sweet  that  state  must  be, 
Where  they  meet  eternally. 

Saviour  I  may  these  meetings  prove 

Preparations  for  above  : 

While  we  worship  in  this  place. 

May  we  go  from  grace  to  grace, 

TiU  we,  each  in  his  degree, 

Pit  for  endless  glory  be. 


236 


LEE   AVENCJB   COLLECTION. 


276.  The  Lambs  of  Jesus.  L.  M. 

Bradburv's  S.  S.  Choir,  38. 

1  THE  lambs  of  Jesus — who  aro  they, 

But  children  that  believe  and  pray? 
That  keep  God's  laws,  and  ask  his  grace, 
And  seek  a  heavenly  dwelling-place  ? 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  237 

2  The  lambs  of  Jesus  I  they  are  meeK, 

The  words  of  peace  and  truth  they  speak  ; 
To  all  G-od's  creatures  they  are  kind, 
And,  like  their  Loivl  of  gentle  mind. 

3  The  lambs  of  Jesus  !  oh  !  that  we 
Might  of  that  blessed  number  be  1 
Lord !  take  us  early  to  thy  love, 
And  lead  us  to  the  fold  above. 


277.  The  SwaUow's  Nest.  L.  U 

Sabbath-School  Conecrt  Hymns,  9. 

1  AS  birds  return  on  joyous  wing, 

^^    To  carol  'mong  the  leaves  of  spring, 
So  we,  after  short  absence,  come, 
To  sing  within  our  Sabbath  home. 

2  Wherever  we  have  chanced  to  rove, 
Through  verdant  field  or  shady  ^rove, 
No  place  we've  found  like  this  dear  room, 
Our  Sabbath-school,  our  Sabbath  home. 

3  Once  more  we  meet  to  sing  his  praise, 
Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days, 
And  promise,  whereso'er  we  roam, 
We'U  ne'er  forget  our  Sabbath  home. 

4  Our  school— it  is  the  swallow's  nest, 
Where  all  her  young  securely  rest ; 
Hither,  oh  !  may  they  ever  come, 
And  near  "  thine  altars"  find  a  homo. 


238  LEE    AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

278.  Our  Sabbatli  Home.  P.  BL 

Boys'  and  GirU'  Singing  Book,  132. 

1  ryS.1  we  love  to  come  to  oar  Sabbath-home, 
^     And  learn  of  our  teachers  dear, 

Who  point  us  with  love  to  our  home  above, 
And  the  crown  that  awaits  us  there. 

2  Oh  1  we  love  to  come  to  our  Sabbath  home, 

T\^hen  tlie  six  daj^s'  toil  is  o'er, 
And  read  and  sing  of  our  heavenly  King, 
And  learn  to  love  him  more. 

3  Oh !  we  love  to  come  to  our  Sabbath  home 

But  we  would  not  come  alone ; 
"We  would  each  bring  in  from  the  paths  of  sin, 
Some  wretched  wandering  one  ; 

4  Whose  feet  now  stray  in  the  broad,  broad  way, 

Who  know  not  of  God  or  heaven ; 
And  would  bid  them  taste  of  the  blessed  feast, 
Which  our  Father's  love  hath  given. 

5  Oh  f  we  love  to  come  to  this  Sabbath  home, 

But  no  heart  or  tongue  can  tell 
Of  that  home  above,  which  a  Fat\ier's  love 
Has  for  those  who  do  his  will. 

6  Then  toil  we  on  till  the  race  is  won, 

And  the  pearly  gates  unfold, 
And  we  find  our  rest  on  the  Saviour's  breast, 
At  home  in  the  city  of  gold. 

Original  words  by  a  lady  of  the  Lee  Avenue  Sunday -School 


LEE  AYE^T^E   COLLECTION.  239 

279.  FiUal  Affection.  P.  BL 

Anniversaiy  Hymns,  IT, 

1  "DE    kind   to  thy  father,    for  when   thou  wast 

young, 
Who  loved  thee  so  fondly  as  he  ? 
He  caught  the  first  accents  that  fell  from  thy 
tongue, 
And  joined  in  thy  innocent  glee  ; 
Be  kind  to  thy  father,  for  now  he  is  old, 

His  locks  intermingled  with  gray ; 
His  footsteps  are  feeble — once  fearless  and  bold : 
Thy  father  is  passing  away. 

2  Be  kind  to  thy  mother,  for  lo !  on  her  brow 

May  traces  of  sorrow  be  seen ; 
Oh!   well  may'st  thou  cherish  and  comfort  her 
now, 
For  loving  and  kind  she  hath  been; 
Remember  thy  mother !  for  thee  will  she  pray, 

As  long  as  God  giveth  her  breath ; 
"With  accents  of  kindness,  then,  cheer  her  lone 
way, 
E'en  to  the  dark  valley  of  death. 

3  Be  kind  to    thy  brother!    his  heart  will  have 

dearth 

If  the  smiles  of  thy  jo}'  be  withdrawn ; 
The  flowers  of  feeling  will  fade  at  the  birth, 

If  love  and  affection  be  gone ; 
Be  kind  to  thy  brother,  wherever  you  are — 

The  love  of  a  brother  shall  be 
An  ornament  purer  and  richer,  by  far, 

Than  pearls  from  the  depth  of  the  sea. 


240  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

4  Be  Kind  to  thy  sister !  not  many  may  know 
The  depth  of  true  sisterly  love  ; 
The  wealth  of  the  ocean  lies  fathoms  below 

The  surface  that  sparkles  above  ; 
Thy  kindness  shall   bring  to   thee  many  sweet 
hours, 
And  blessings  thy  pathway  shall  crown 
Affection  shall  weave  thee  a  garland  of  flowers, 
More  precious  than  wealth  or  renown. 


280.  B3  Kind  to  Each  Other.  63  &  5a 

Musical*Bouquet,  110. 

1  T>E  kind  to  each  other  1 

The  night's  coming  on, 
"When  friend  and  when  brother 

Perchance  may  be  gone  ; 
Then,  'midst  our  dejection, 

How  sweet  to  have  earned 
The  blest  recollection 

Of  kindness  returned. 

2  "When  day  hath  departed, 

And  memory  keeps 
Her  watch,  broken-hearted, 

TVhere  all  the  loved  sleep, 
Let  falsehood  assail  not, 

Nor  envy  disprove. 
Let  trifles  prevail  not 

'Gainst  those  whom  you  love. 

3  Nor  change  with  to-morrow 

Should  fortune  take  wing; 
The  deeper  the  sorrow, 
The  closer  still  cling  1 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  241 

Be  kind  to  each  other  1 

The  night's  coming  on, 
"Wlien  friend  and  when  brother 

Perchance  may  be  gone. 


281.  Angry  Words.  8s  &  7a, 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  100. 

1  A  NGRT  words  are  lightly  spoken 
-^     In  a  rash  and  thoughtless  hour ; 
Brightest  links  of  life  are  broken 

By  their  deep  insidious  power. 
Hearts  inspired  by  warmest  feeling, 

Ne'er  before  by  anger  stirred, 
Oft  are  rent,  past  human  healing, 

By  a  single  angry  w^ord. 

2  Poison-drops  of  care  and  sorrow, 

Bitter  poison-drops  are  they,  -^  ,'  ■ 

Weaving  for  the  coming  moiTow 

Saddest  memories  of  to-day. 
Angry  words  !  oh  I  let  tliem  never 

From  the  tongue  unbridled  slip  ; 
May  the  heart's  best  impulse  ever 

Check  them  ere  they  soil  the  hp  I      ' 

3  Love  is  much  too  pure  and  holy, 

Friendship  is  too  sacred  far. 
For  a  moment's  reckless  folly, 

Thus  to  desolate  and  mar. 
Angry  words  are  lightly  spoken. 

Bitterest  thoughts  are  rashly  stirred ; 
Brightest  links  of  life  are  broken 

By  a  single  angry  word. 


242  LEB   AVEXUE  COLLECTION. 

ZoZ,  "  Let  us  Love  one  anotlier."  P.  3L 

Musical  Bouquet,  45. 

1  T  ET  US  love  one  another,  not  long  may  we  stay. 

In  this  bleak  world  of  mourning,  so  brief  va 

life's  day. 
Some  fall  ere  'tis  Doon,  and  few  linger  till  eve, 
Oh!    there  breathes  not  a  heart  but  leaves  some 

one  to  grieve. 

2  And  the  fondest,  the  purest,  the  truest  that  met, 
Ever  found  that  we  need  to  forgive  and  forget. 
Then,  oh !    though  the  hopes  that  we  nourished 

decay, 
Let  us  love  one  another  as  long  as  we  stay. 


283.  Do  Something.  P.  M. 

XevT  Lute  of  Zion,  1-si. 

1  TjO  something  for  each  other — 
■^     Though  small  the  help  may  be  ; 
There's  comfort  oft  in  little  things. 

Far  more  than  others  see  ! 
It  takes  the  sorrow  from  the  eye, 

It  leaves  the  world  less  bare, 

If  but  a  friendly  hand  comes  nigh 

"When  friendly  hands  are  rare ! 

Then  cheer  the  heart  which  toils  each 
hour, 
Tet  finds  it  hard  to  live ; 
And  though  but  little's  in  our  power, 
That  Uttle  let  us  give. 


LEE   AVEXTJE   COLLECTIOJT.  243 

"We  know  not  what  the  humblest  hand 

If  earnest  may  achieve ; 
How  many  a  sad  anxiety 

A  trifle  may  reheve  ; 
We  reck  not  how  the  aged  poor 

Drag  on  from  day  to  day ; 
When  e'e-n  the  Httle  that  they  need, 

Costs  more  than  they  can  pay  I 
Then  cheer  the  heart,  &c. 


*.  Brotherly  Love.  C.  M. 

Normal  Singer,  159. 

1  TJOW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  thus  fulfill  his  word  ! 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3  When  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above. 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother  s  love  ! 

4  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  a  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 


244  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 


285.  Fellowship.  C.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  2*t. 

1  nUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mixed  in  one  : 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice ; 
'Tis  heaven,  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire, 
"While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blessed, 
And  filled  th'  enlarged  desire. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rilL  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows ! 

But  pour  a  might}^  flood ; 
Oh!  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thj  jewels  up. 

And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
"When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own ; 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

"We  sinners,  saved  by  grace. 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 


LEE  AVEXUE   COLLECTION.  245 

286.  Communion  of  Saints.  S.  M. 

Plvmouth  Collection,  127. 

1  "DLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes ; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear, 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  We're  one  in  Christ  our  head, 

In  him  we  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Nor  will  he  leave  us  with  the  dead 
While  he  remains  alive. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 

While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day. 


287 


Christmas  Carol.  Ti 

NewLuteof  Zion.  170. 

1  T  ITTLE  children,  sweetly  sing. 

On  this  birthday  of  your  King, 
Now  a  joyous  anthem  raise, 
In  glad  notes  of  grateful  praise. 


246  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  See,  he  leaves  his  Father's  throne, 
Lays  aside  his  starry  crown, 
And  to  save  the  sons  of  men, 

"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

3  Hark  I  a  new  song  rends  the  sky, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem," 

4  Angels  now  their  chorus  sing 
While  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
To  the  seraphs'  glad  "Amen," 
"Christ  is  born  in  Betlilehem." 

5  Children,  catch  the  wondrous  sound, 

Let  it  peal  the  earth  around,  • 

Till  all  nations,  tribes,  and  men, 
Love  the  "Babe  of  Bethlehem." 

Original  words  by  a  lady  of  the  Lee  Avenue  Sunday-SchooU 


4Qo8t     Brightly  Freedom's  gifts  are  Stxown.        7a 

School  Singer,  150. 

1  "DRIGHTLT  freedom's  gifts  are  strown 

O'er  the  land  we  call  our  own ; 
Grateful  offerings  here  we  bring, 
Songs  of  sacred  praises  sing. 

Hallelujah,  haUelujah,  hallelujah,  Amen. 

2  Praise  the  power  that  blessed  our  sires — 
Bade  them  kindle  freedom's  fires — 
Bade  thorn  bear  the  Ark  of  God 
Through  the  fierce  invading  flood. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 


LEE   AYEXUE   COLLECTION.  247 

3  Let  the  voice  of  joy  be  loud, 
Echo  deep  from  sky  and  cloud, 
From  the  verdant  mountain's  side, 
And  where  giant  waters  glide. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

4  Falls  the  sunlight  o'er  the  land, 
Rolls  the  wave  upon  the  strand, 
ISTature's  voice  is  glad  and  free, 
So  let  frecdon^'s  anthems  be. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

5  Praise  that  great  and  glorious  name, 
"Voice  of  joy,  and  heart  of  tiame  1 
Wake  the  sweet,  the  solemn  lay, 
Sing  Jehovah's  praise  to  day ! 

Hallelujah,  ic. 


289.  "  FuU  of  Boys  aud  Girls."  C.  BL 

Sabbath-SJiool  CoQcort  Hymns   39. 

1  A  PROPHET  of  the  olden  time, 

Saw  in  the  coming  years, 
A  sight  within  Jerusalem, 

"Which  calmed  his  rising  fears. 

2  Jerusalem  !  Jerusalem  ! 

Her  ways  that  mourned  S'>  long — ■ 
He  saw  them  filled  with  boys  and  girls^ 
A  playful,  happy  throng. 

3  So  may  we  see,  with  eye  of  faith, 

Jerusalem  above  : 
And  hear  the  song  that  children  sing, 
In  the  thronged  streets  thereof 


24:8  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION". 

4  From  these,  our  Sabbath  homes  below, 

May  thousand  nesthngs  rise, 
To  join  their  mates  above,  and  swell 
The  chorus  of  the  skies. 

5  Oh !  who  shall  see  that  blissful  sight  ? 

Who  hear  that  angel  choir  ? 
One  hour  were  worth  the  toils  of  earth, 
Of  which  we  often  tire. 


290.  Press  Onward.  *  12s. 

Sha.vT!,  243. 

1  pRESS  onward,  0  Zion !  the  milUons  are  calhng 
-^      From  regions  of  death  and  the  world's  gloomy 

slumbers ; 

Where  nations  are  shaking,  and  idols  are  falling, 
And  captives  rejoice  in  their  loud-sounding  num- 
bers ! 

Press  onward !    press  onward !    the  day  now  ia 
breaking, 

And  Zion  may  conquer  where  milhons  are  waking. 

2  The  promise,  0  Zion !  to  thee  has  been  given, 

And  written  so   changeless   that   nothing  can 
alter ! 
Bright,  bright  as  the  sun  are  the  portals  of  heaven, 
For  those  who  in  duty  ne'er  wander  nor  falter ! 
The  promise  is  changeless !  let  the  news  of  salvar 

tion 
Be  borne  on  the  winds  to  the  most  distant  nation. 


LEE  AYEXUE   COLLECTIOX.  249 

Thy  Saviour,  0  Zion !  thy  strength  and  thy  glory, 
Is  -waiting  to  bless  thee,  o'er  island  and  river. 

Till  the  end  of  the  earth  shall  rehearse  the  glad 
story, 
And  rest  in  the  brightness  of  heaven  forever  ! 

0  Zion !  awaken.    Till  in  strength  and  in  glory, 

The  end  of  the  earth  shall  rehearso  the  glad  story. 


cwe: 

13     \^ 


291.  Swcst  is  the  Time  of  Spring-.  S.  M. 

Shav,TB,  157. 

'EET  is  the  time  of  spring, 
"When  nature's  charms  appear ; 
The  birds  with  ceaseless  pleasure  sing. 

And  hail  the  opening  year : 
But  sweeter  far.  the  spring 
Of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 
When  children  bless  and  praise  their  King, 
"Who  loves  the  youthful  race. 

2  Sweet  is  the  dawn  of  day, 
When  liglit  just  streaks  the  sky  ; 

When  shades  and  darkness  pass  away. 

And  morning's  beams  are  nigh : 
Bat  sweeter  far,  the  daviTi 

Of  piety  in  youth ; 
When  doubt  and  darkness  are  -withdrawTi 

Before  the  light  of  truth. 

3  Sweet  is  the  early  dew, 
Which  gilds  the  mountain  tops, 

And  decks  each  plant  and  flower  we  vie-w, 
With  pearly  glittering  drops. 


^d  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTIOX. 

But  sweeter  far,  the  scene 

On  Zion's  holy  hiJl, 
"When  there  the  dew  of  youth  is  seen 

Its  freshness  to  distill. 


tluii.  The  Flowers  are  Preachers.         78  &  6s.  i 

Sabbath-Sohool  Concert  Hymns,  19. 

1  THE  flowers  are  preachers,  Frances  ; 

Listen  to  what  they  say : 
'•  A  few  days  on  the  hill-side, 
And  then  we  pass  away." 

2  So  young  life  fleeteth,  Frances  ; 

And  withers  in  its  bloom — 
A  iew  days  of  bright  sunshine  ; 
And  then — the  dusky  tomb. 

3  But  there's  a  life  above  us, 

Which  never  knows  an  end — 
"Would  you  enjoy  it,  Frances  ? 
Let  Jesus  be  your  friend. 


293.  The  Blessing  of  the  Eye.  P.  M. 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hj-mna,  4a. 

1  THE  eye  that  saw  me,  blessed  me, 
So  said  the  man  of  old  : 
Go  give  a  boy  a  jacket, 

To  shield  him  fr.-m  the  cold; 
Go  help  the  mourning  widow, 

And  still  the  orphan's  cry, 
And  thou  shalt  know  what  meaneth. 
The  blessing  of  the  eye. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  231 

The  eye  that  saw  me,  blessed  me, 

So  said  the  hberal  man  : 
Seek  out  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  help  them  all  you  can  ; 
And  then,  whene'er  you  meet  them, 

As  tliey  are  passing  bj-, 
A  witness  they  will  give  you — 

The  blessing  of  the  eye. 

Tlie  eye  that  saw  me,  blessed  me; 

Then  there  is  nothing  lost ; 
For  in  that  look  there's  something 

Which  doubl}^  pays  tlie  cost; 
Go  thou,  in  wintry^  weather, 

And  tliis  expedient  try, 
And  thou  shak  find  how  rich  Is 

The  blessing  of  the  eye. 


294.  Child's  Invitation.  P.  M. 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hymns,  tS, 

1  POME,  go  with  me  to  Sabbath-school; 
^  Yes,  go; 

Don't  be  afraid  of  rain  and  snow ; 
To  meet  the  storm  on  other  days, 

You're  very  bold ; 
When  pleasure  bids  you  seek  her  ways, 
Or  business,  tlien,  through  thick  and  thin, 
You  rush,  scorning  to  be  kept  in. 
Through  fear  of  taking  cold. 


253  LEE   AVEXUE   COLLECTIOIT. 

2  Como,  go  with  me  to  Sabbath-school ; 

Yes,  go; 
No  matter  if  the  wirid  does  blo"W; 
I  never  heard  of  any  who 

Got  blown  away, 
Going  to  Sabbath-school,  did  you  ? 
Oh  I  come  along !  your  Bible  bring ; 
You  can  not  do  a  better  thing 
Upon  the  Sabbath  day. 

3  Como,  go  with  me  to  Sabbath-school ; 

Yes,  go; 
Don't  sit  about  here,  moping  so  ; 
In  the  Lord's  house  doctrine  distills, 

Like  drops  of  rain  ; 
The  sorrowing  heart  with  comfort  fills, 
And  lifts  the  soul,  its  sins  forgiven, 
Up  to  the  very  gate  of  heaven, 
Never  to  di'oop  again. 


295 


The  Pearl  for  Me. 

Sabbath-Sckool  Concert  Hyrona,  69. 

1  THE  world  its  fancied  pearl  may  crave; 
■^     'Tis  not  the  pearl  for  me ; 
'Twill  dim  its  lustre  in  the  grave, 

Or  perish  in  the  sea ; 
But  there's  a  pearl  of  price  untold, 
Which  never  can  be  bought  with  gold ; 

The  sinking  soul  'twill  save  ; 

Oh  !  that's  the  pearl  for  me  I 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

2  The  miser  knocks  at  mammon's  gate  ; 

'Tis  not  the  irate  for.  me  ; 
From  early  morn  till  evening  late, 

At  bis  bolted  door  is  he  ; 
But  there's  a  gate  that  leads  to  bliss, 
And  he  who  knocks,  in  faith,  at  this, 

Will  not  be  make  to  wait ; 

Oh !  that'.s  the  gato  for  rae. 

8  Pleasure  may  ehant  her  siren  song ; 

'Tis  not  the  song  for  me  ; 
To  weeping  it  will  turn,  ere  long, 

For  this  is  heaven's  decree  ; 
But  there's  a  song  the  ransomed  sing 
To  Jesus,  their  exalted  King, 

With  joyful  heart  and  tongue  ; 

Oh !  that's  the  song  for  me  I 


S-^ 


296.         The  Sabbath-School  Meeting.  P.  EL 

Sabtath-S^ihool  Concert  Ilymas,  88. 

ABBATH-Schools  must  have  tlieir  meeting; 
"When  the  appointed  time  comes  round ; 
Surely  'tis  a  precious  greeting, 

For  the  children  there  are  found ; 
'Tis  not  safe  to  pass  it  over, 

For  the  rain  or  for  the  snow  ; 
Children  love  their  own  dear  meeting — 

Parents  1  why  not  let  them  go  ? 


Jf54  LEE   ATEXUE   COLLECTION. 

2  There  they  sing  of  Him  who  never 

Thrust  aside  their  precious  claims, 
But  took  children  to  his  bosom, 

As  a  shepherd  doth  his  lambs ; 
Some  there  were  who  tried  to  keep  them, 

"Waiting  till  some  other  day ; 
But  the  Lord,  their  zeal  rebuking, 

Told  them  of  a  better  way. 

3  There  their  hearts  go  up  to  heaven, 

On  the  fragrant  breath  of  prayer  ; 
Who  shall  say  it  is  too  early 

For  the  children  to  be  there  ? 
Jesus  says :  Why  should  they  linger, 

(Speaking  from  his  throne  above,) 
Till  they  are  a  little  older, 

Since  they're  old  enough  to  love  ? 

4  Oh  I  then,  let  them  have  their  meeting, 

Be  tlie  weather  foul  or  fair ; 
So  that  when  the  Saviour  calls  them, 

Tliey  may  answer,  "  Here  we  are.  " 
Tell  them  they  can't  come  too  early 

To  their  Friend  who  reigns  above; 
For,  ere  they  can  lisp  his  praises. 

They  are  old  enough  to  love. 


LEE   AVEXUE   COLLECTION.  255 

297.  Sister  and  I.  8s. 

Sabbftth-School  Concert  Hymns,  1$. 

1  "Vy^  ^ove  to  go  to  Sabbath-school, 

' '      Sister  and  I,  sister  and  I ; 

And  be  the  weather  foul  or  fair, 

We  purpose  to  be  always  there, 

To  listen  to  the  opening  prayer, 

Sister  and  I,  sister  and  I. 

2  Our  teacher  we  do  dearly  love, 

Sister  and  I,  sister  and  I. 
She  comes  and  takes  us  by  the  hand, 
And  points  us  to  the  better  land,  . 

And  tries  to  make  us  understand,  ' 

Sister  and  I,  sister  and  I. 

3  Our  father,  mother,  too,  we  love, 

Sister  and  I,  sister  and  I ; 
"While  many  boys  and  girls  there  are, 
'  "Whose  parents  for  them  do  not  care, 
We  of  the  good  things  richly  share, 

Sister  and  I,  sister  and  I. 

4  "We  ought  to  love  the  Saviour  most, 

Sister  and  I,  sister  and  I ; 
For  if  we  love  and  serve  him  best, 
In  his  own  bosom  we  shall  rest. 
And  be  in  heaven  forever  blest. 

Sister  and  I,  sister  and  I. 


298.  The  Sabbath  Day.  C.  M. 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hymns,  11 


"WHY  is  it  that  you  make  me  pack 

My  playthin.i,^s  all  away, 
And  always  tell  me  to  keep  still, 
Upon  the  SabbatJi-day  ? 


256  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

2  Because  it  is  G-od's  holy  rest —  ,TC 

The  day  which  he  has  given, 
From  wliich  we  must  shut  out  the  'world, 
And  think  of  him  and  beaven. 

3  He  never  told  me  it  was  wrong 

To  run  about  and  play, 
Or  talk  and  laugh,  just  as  I  would 
On  any  other  day. 

4  But  God  charged  me  his  day  to  keep, 

And  bade  me  tell  to  you, 
Which  solemnly  I  promised  him 
That  I  would  surely  do. 

5  Mother,  if  you  have  promised  God, 

I  surely  will  obey. 
And  ne'er  again  for  playthings  ask, 
Upon  the  Sabbath-day. 


299.  The  Pearl  of  great  Price.  C.  SL 

Sabbath-Soliool  Concert  Hymns,  90w 

1  T  WISH  that  I  could  find  the  pearl 

For  which  so  many  sigh  ; 
But  'tis  so  rarely  to  be  found, 
I  have  no  heart  to  try. 

2  What  would  you  do  with  such  a  prize, 

If  you  should  find  it  now  ?  ; 

You  could  not  bind  it  on  your  arm, 
Or  wear  it  on  your  brow. 


LEE  AYE.VDE   COLLECTION.  257 

3  I  know  it ;  but  I'm  sure  I  ne'er 

"Would  ijarter  it  away, 
For  all  the  toys  that  earth  can  give, 
"Which  glitter  for  a  day. 

4  Alas !  my  child,  too  many  do, 

And  wish  they'd  ne'er  been  born ; 
This  pearl — what  can  it  do  for  you  ? 
And  where  must  it  be  worn  ? 

5  They  say  'twill  ope  the  gate  of  heaven 

To  him  who  lingers  there  ; 
And  I  must  wear  it  on  my  heart, 
With  watchfulness  and  prayer. 

6  It  is  not  far  from  thee,  my  child, 

That  pearl  of  price  unkno^^^l : 
Look  to  the  cross  where  Jesus  hangs, 
And  make  it  all  thine  own. 

7  I  see  it  now !  just  like  a  star 

Dropped  from  the  arch  above ; 
I  feel  its  glow  upon  my  head ! 
0  mother !  is  it  love  ? 

8  Yes,  it  is  love  whose  earliest  thriU 

Brings  peace  into  the  soul; 
Love  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  which  makes 
The  burdened  spirit  whole. 


258  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

300.  Is  it  well  with  the  Child  1  C.  331. 

Snbbatli-School  Concert  Hyuuw,  33. 
CHILD. 

1  AH  !  where  is  little  brother  gone, 

^     Whom  3^ou  watched  over  till  he  died? 
0  mother!  can  you  tell  me  who 
"Will  tend  him  on  the  other  side  ? 


2  The  other  side  of  what,  my  child  ? 

Pray  tell  me  what  you  mean  by  this ; 
For  baby's  buried  in  the  ground, 
And  the  dark  grave  his  cradle  is. 

CHILD. 

3  The  other  side  of  death,  I  mean, 

Where,  as  you  told  me,  spirits  are  ; 
Eaby  was  such  a  tiny  thing, 

0  mother  I  who  aWU  tend  him  there  ? 


4  Jesus  will  take  him  in  his  arms — 

I  trust  he's  one  of  liis  forgiven — 
And  he  shall  grow  to  be  a  man, 

And  learn  to  talk  and  sing  in  heaven. 

CHILD. 

5  Has  Jesus  taken  baby  home, 

Never  to  cry  or  die  again  ? 
Then,  though  I  miss  him  every  day, 
I  will  not  of  the  Lord  complain. 


LEE    4.VEN-IIE   COLLECTION.  2&9 

301.  Tlie  Happy  New  Year.  P.  M. 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hymna,  38. 

1  TjEAR  pastor,  and  teachers,  and  Mends, 

In  behalf  of  our  school  we  appear, 
To  thank  you  for  all  your  kind  acts, 

And  to  wish  you  a  happy  New  Year ; 
The  Sabbath-school  highly  we  prize ; 

And  if  its  first  founder  were  here, 
Wc  would  say  to  the  good  Mr.  Kaikes, 

"  We  wish  you  a  happy  New  Year." 

2  A  happy  New  Year  to  all  those 

Who  always  are  found  in  their  place  ; 
Who  never  are  tardy  or  duU, 

But  mind  what  their  kind  teacher  says; 
And  a  happy  New  Year,  if  we  may, 

To  those  who  believe*it  no  crime 
To  whisper  and  pla}--  in  the  school; 

But  they  must  do  better  next  time. 

3  A  happy  New  Year  to  the  young 

Who  honor  their  father  and  mother, 
Who  speak  truthful,  kind,  loving  words 

And  never  will  speak  any  other  ; 
And  a  happy  New  Year  for  all  such 

As  over  their  tongues  keep  no  guard ; 
But  they  must  remember,  meanwhile, 

That  the  way  of  transgressors  is  hard. 

4  A  happy  New  Year  to  the  good, 

Who  love  the  dear  Saviour  indeed , 
For  he  has  recorded  his  pledge 

To  give  them  whatever  they  need ; 
Yes,  a  happy  New  Year  to  the  good  ; 

And  when  they  from  earth  pass  away, 
They  shall  enter  his  rest,  and  enjoy 

A  happy  New  Year  for  aye. 


260  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

302.  The  Children  at  Home. 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hj-mn*,  17. 

1  T^AR  ovci-  the  ocean,  our  teachers  oft  say, 

"      Dwell  millions  on  millions  who  know  not  tti 

IV  ay ; 
They  bow  down  to  idols,  they  ne'er  saw  the  star 
That  hung  over  Bethlehem  when  Jesus  was  there. 

2  For  these  monthly  concerts  are   held;    and  we 

know 
That  it  can  not  be  wrong  for  the  Church  to  do  so ; 
But  we  can  not  help  thinking,  when  hither  they 

come, 
That  they  sometimes  forget  the  dear  children  at 

home.  « 

3  Far  out  on  the  prairies,  and  mountains  of  gold, 
The  nations  are  gathering,  in  numbers  untold ; 
And  they  have  no  Gospel,  and  choose  to  haiB 

none, 
Content  if  the  Christians  will  let  them  alone. 

4  For  these  there  is  prayer,  and  we  would  not  say 

nay, 
But  when  they  kneel  do%vn,  with  their  faces  that 

wav, 
And  think  of  the  men  who  the  wilderness  roam  ; 
May  they  never  forget  the  dear  children  at  home. 

5  Come  then  to  our  concert,  nor  think  us  too  young 
To  love  the  dear  Saviour,  or  sing  the  new  song ; 
Oh !  what  will  become  of  the  world,  by  and  by, 
If  we  are  not  called  ere  the  old  people  die  ? 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTIO^f.  261 

6  Oh !  that  was  a  vision  to  quiet  alarms, 
When  Jesus  appeared,  with  a  child  in  his  arms  I 
lie  keeps  those  who  love  him,  wherever  thej 

roam ; 
But  he  never  forrrets  the  dear  children  at  home. 


303.  strew  the  Sweet  Flowers.  P.  M. 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hj-nina,  6. 

1  CTREW  the  sweet  flowers  on  prayer's  holy  altar, 
^    Where  often  the  tears  of  entreaty  were  shed, 
For  the  same  voice  that  said,  "  Let  your  faith  never 

falter," 
Hath  called  back  the  wandering,  and  wakened 
J  xlJ?  the  dead  ; 

Strew  the  sweet  flowers  on  prayer's  holy 

altar, 
Where   often  the  tears  of  entreaty  were 
shed. 

2  Sing  to  the  glory  of  sovereigTi  compassion, 

For  no  arm  can  save  but  the  arm  of  the  Lord, 
Our  fears  are  all  hushed  when  the  song  of  salvation 
Is  heard  fi'ora  the  lips  of  our  brothers  restored. 
Sing  to  the  glory,  &c. 

3  Blest  Redeemer,  we  pledge  thee  forever 

Our  time  and  our  talents,  the  devj  of  youth, 
Let  thy  spirit  attend  every  earnest  endeavor. 
To  live  in  thy  love  and  rejoice  in  thy  truth. 
Blest  Redeemer,  &c 


262  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

304.  The  Truth  Maketh  Free.  L.  14. 

S:ibba:h-School  Concert  Hymns,  33. 

1  TRUTH  we  have  oftentimes  been  told, 

Is  none  the  worse  for  being  old; 
For  being  <>ld  !  it  might  be  sung, 
Forhting  old!  it  might  be  sung 
More  truly  that  she's  always  young. 

2  Time  plants  no  wrinkles  on  her  brow — 
She  is  as  youthful  oven  now, 

As  when,  arrayed  in  robes  of  ligjit, 
As  when,  arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 
She  rose  on  chaos  and  old  niglit. 

3  The  powers  of  darkness,  from  her  birth, 
Have  vexed  and  chased  her  round  the  earth; 
But  still  unharmed,  she  lives  and  shines, 
But  still  unharmed,  she  lives  and  shines. 

In  spite  of  all  their  base  designs. 

4  As  well  might  darkling  owls  essay, 
To  blot  from  heaven  the  orb  of  day ; 
Truth  lives — and  will,  eternally, 
Truth  lives — and  will,  eternally; 
Blest  is  the  man  whom  she  makes  free. 


305.  The  Song  of  the  Infants.  P.  M. 

Snbbath-Sohool  Concert  Hymns,  63. 

:OME  call  us  the  in^mts, 
Our  life  just  begun ; 
Some  call  us  the  li\tliers. 
They  must  bo  in  fun ; 


S' 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  263 

Some  -rt-ish  we  were  many, 

Yet  others,  we  guess, 
When  we're  in  a  froHc, 

Most  wish  we  were  less. 

2  Some  say,  while  they  call  us 

Such  wee  bits  of  things, 
AVe"re  what  men  are  made  ofj 

The  priests  and  the  kings  ; 
"Whatever  we  may  be, 

We're  sure  of  one  thing ; 
That  you  are  our  Shepherd, 

And  we're  here  to  sing. 

3  We  bring  the  bright  pennies ; 

They're  little,  we  know ; 
But,  love  going  with  them, 

To  dollars  they'll  grow ; 
As  much  as  this,  surely, 

We  children  can  see ; 
If  there  were  no  pennies, 

No  dollars  there'd  be. 


W 


306.  Say  Why  1  P.  K 

Sabbath-School  Concert  HynmB,  64. 

'HY  is  it  that  the  little  child 
Opens  its  sparkling  eyes 
On  its  fond  parents  for  a  day, 

Then,  plumes  its  wings  and  flies 
Upward,  just  like  a  tiny  bird, 
Whose  gUttering  wing  is  seen,  not  heard  ? 
Say  why? 


264  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Why  lietli  it  upon  its  bed, 
And  suffereth  awhile — 
Then  q^uits  its  feeble  hold  on  hfe. 

Leaving  it  with  a  smile  ? 
Oh  1  'tis  to  win  those  parents  foud, 
To  something  bright  this  earth  beyond 
That's  whv. 


S07.  A  Little  While.  P.  H. 

Sabbath-School  Concert  HynuK,  C9. 

1  A    LITTLE  while,  saith  yonder-sun, 
"^     And  my  career  of  light  is  run ; 
The  moon  sends  back  the  sad  reply, 

And  all  the  stars  that  deck  the  sky — 
"A  little  while." 

2  The  cedars  of  Mount  Lebanon, 

The  mighty  rivers  flowing  on. 
The  teeming  earth,  the  circling  years, 
Upon  them  all  this  word  appears — 
"  A  little  while." 

3  0  ihou  vain  man  1  who  look'st  abroad 

Upon  these  mighty  works  of  God, 
Canst  thou  from  death  exemption  claim''? 
Ah  1  no,  the  word  is  still  the  same — 
"  A  little  while." 

4  Child,  in.  the  Sabbtith-school,  though  now 

The  flush  of  life  is  on  tliy  brow, 
Yet  gayly,  as  thou  passest  by, 
Plainly  the  warning  I  descry — 
"A  little  whUe." 


LEE  A7ENUE   COLLECTION.  265 

308.  Tie  Sabbath-School  a  Refuge.  P.  M, 

Sabbath-School  Concert  H.viJns,  6S. 


AH !  the  Sabbath-school's  a  refuge, 
^     Into  which  the  weary  run  ; 
'Tis  the  shadow  of  a  towering  rock, 


«d 


'Tis  a  green  spot  in  the  desert, 

Where  the  welUng  fountains  play : 

Oh  !  lead  me  to  the  Sabbath-school, 
"Why  should  I  stay  awa}-  ? 

2  Yes,  there's  a  living  fountain, 

In  that  sweet  resting  place  ; 
And  they  say  we  ne'er  shall  thirst  again, 

If  we  those  waters  taste  ; 
On  the  brink  an  angel  sitteth, 

"Well  pleased  to  see  us  draw ; 
His  eye  is  like  the  morning  star — 

The  star  that  Jacob  saw. 

3  And  here  are  the  trees  of  Elim, 

"Which  bear  all  kinds  of  fruit, 
The  orange  and  the  pomegranate, 

Each  varying  taste  to  suit — 
And  the  grapes  of  Eshcol,  hanging 

In  clusters  frojn  the  vine, 
"Which  make  the  lips  of  those  that  sleep, 

To  speak  in  words  divine. 

Here,  Love,  and  Faith,  and  Patience, 

And  all  the  graces  stand. 
To  guide  our  erring  feet  and  point 

Us  to  that  better  land  ; 
Oh !  come  then,  all  ye  children, 

And  all  ye  elders  too  1 
Come,  see  where  the  flocks  do  rest  at  noon; 

There's  room  enough  for  you. 


26d  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 


309. 


The  Boy's  Wish.  L.  ]SL 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hymns,  66. 

1  T  READ  about  a  man  that  wore 

The  whole  world's  diadem ; 
And  thought  how  happy  I  should  be, 

If  I  could  rule  like  him ; 
But,  in  another  book,  I  found, 

Written,  J 'm  sure,  for  me, 
That  one  ivho  his  own  spirit  rules, 

Is  a  greater  man  than  he. 

2  I  said,  I'll  be  a  greater  man, 

And  think  no  more  of  him 
Who  striveth  for  the  masterj. 

And  wears  a  diadem  ; 
rU  study  more  the  letter  Book, 

Written,  I'm  sure,  for  me ; 
If  I  my  passions  can  control, 

I  shall  a  conqueror  be. 


310.  The  Child's  Eeward.  7s  &  € 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hymns.  76. 

1  AUR  good  superintendent, 
^     Last  Sabbath  I  heard  say, 
That  he  would  give  a  Bible 

To  any  there  that  day. 
Who  would  get  ten  new  scholars, 
To  come  to  school  and  stay. 

2  Next  day  I  went  about  it 

As  fast  as  I  could  run  ; 
One  girl's  clothes  were  not  ready, 

One  little  boy  had  none ; 
But  here  is  little  G-eorgy, 

He  shall  be  nu7nbcr  ono. 


LEE   AYEXUE   COLLECTION.  267 

3  Next  Sabbath  111  bring  Annie, 

Her  dress  will  ready  be  ; 
And  I  will  beg  a  jacket 

For  Jemmy,  and  you'll  see 
How  bright  a  little  fellow 

Will  be  my  number  three. 

4  Should  little  ones  be  wanting, 

I  mean  to  ask  the  men ; 
And  if  they  make  excuses, 

"Why,  then  I'll  ask  again  ; 
And  thus  I  shall  keep  trying, 

Till  I've  made  up  7ny  ten. 

5  And  when  I  get  my  Bible, 

I  mean  to  read  it  through : 
And,  may  be,  little  Jemmy, 

Will  learn  to  read  it  too ; 
I  know  the  Lord  will  love  me 

If  any  good  I  do. 

6  And  if  the  Lord  will  help  me, 

In  this  my  time  of  need, 
And  to  my  invitations 

Incline  thorn  to  take  heed, 
I  will  sincerely  thank  him, 

When  I  my  Bible  read. 


311*  "One  Thing  is  needful."  L.  M. 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hymns,  79. 

1  ANE  thing  is  needful  in  this  world, 
^     Above  all  other  things — 
Needful  for  children  as  for  men, 
For  subjects  as  for  kings. 


268  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

3  Needful,  upon  the  bed  of  pain, 
When  sickness  lavs  thee  there, 
To  teach  thee  God's  afflicting  rod 
Submissively  to  bear. 

3  Needful,  when  the  great  tempter  comes 

To  turn  thee  from  the  way, 
To  give  thee  weapons,  heart  and  hand, 
That  thou  may'st  win  the  day. 

4  Needful,  to  shed  its  radiance  o'er 

Adversity's  dark  hour. 
And  kindle  up  its  beacon  light 
On  Jordan's  farther  shore. 

5  One  thing  is  needful — one  alone. 

In  this  our  mortal  state — 
Oh  1  seek  it,  thoughtless  child,  even  now, 
Before  it  is  too  late. 


312.  Song  of  the  Mites.  6s  &  5a. 

Sabbath-  School  Concert  Hymna,  85. 

1  THE  mites  have  the  blessing, 
-*-     The  millions  have  naught ; 
Our  faith  thus  expressing, 

Our  gift  we  have  brought ; 
Had  we  followed  love's  promptings, 

It  might  have  been  such 
As  to  forfeit  the  promise 

By  giving  too  much. 

2  The  mites  have  the  blessing ; 

Oh !  when  shall  we  learn 
The  first  Gospel  lesson. 
And  from  the  world  turn ; 


LKE  AYEXUE   COLLECTION.  269 

And  leave  to  the  miser 

His  golden  delights  ? 
Far  better  and  wiser 

"With  our  blessed  mites. 


313. 


Prayer  Answered.  8s  &  7a 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hymns,  5,), 

1  WEN'T  we  forth  from  this  place  weeping, 

When  the  precious  seed  was  sown ; 
Xow,  the  Lord,  his  promise  keeping, 
Brings  us  back,  his  grace  to  own. 

2  "What  a  harvest  ho  has  granted ! 

Scarce  our  wondering  heart  believes ; 
We  in  tears,  in  weakness  planted ; 
He  in  strength  has  given  the  sheaves. 

3  Yes,  we  come,  with  joy  and  gladness ; 

Blessed,  according  to  his  word ; 
Gone  is  all  our  grief  and  sadness, 
Pelt  in  view  of  hope  deferred. 

4  Now,  in  heart  and  soul  united, 

We  will  tune  our  voice  to  praise  ; 
Lord,  to  thee  our  faith  is  plighted, 
For  the  remnant  of  our  days. 

5  Now  that  seed,  so  precious,  bearing, 

Once  again  thy  word  will  prove ; 
Thou  canst  make  the  most  uncaring 
Melt  in  view  of  dying  love. 

6  Keep  the  flame  within  us  burning ; 

Saviour,  let  thy  kingdom  come  j 
And  may  we,  again  returning, 
Brins:  a  richer  harvest  home. 


270 


LEE  AYENTJE   COLLECTION. 


314. 


Teacher's  Illness. 

Boys'  and  Giils'  Si 


L.  M. 

iging  Book,  119. 


1  "WTE  thank  thee,  Lord,  that  here  again, 

'^'      In  health  so  many  meet  to-day; 
And  yet,  on  beds  of  lingering  pain, 
How  many  pass  these  hours  away  I 

2  And  one,  who  loved  with  us  to  meet, 

And  in  this  cherished  work  to  aid, 
Is  absent  from  the  accustomed  seat— 
Upon  a  bed  of  sickness  laid. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  271 

3  Behold  thy  smitten  servant,  Lord ; 

Send  mercy  in  this  time  of  need  : 
If  thou  but  speak  the  sovereign  word, 
Disease,  and  pain,  and  death  give  heed; 

4  Back  to  these  walks  of  usefulness, 

And  every  precious  work  of  faith. 
Restore  that  sufferer,  in  thy  grace. 

Redeemed  from  sickness  and  from  death* 

5  And  yet,  submissive  to  thy  will, 

Our  prayer  is  offered  at  th}'-  throne  : 
If  death  its  errand  must  fulfill, 

Teach  us  to  say,  "  Thy  will  be  done." 

6  "With  thine  own  presence  fill  the  place 

That  witnesses  that  closing  strife  : 
There  let  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace 
'    Surpass  the  highest  joys  of  life. 


315.  Scholar's  Xllness.  L.  M. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  SLnging  Book,  119. 

1  TyE  pray  for  one,  who  with  us  here, 

' '^      On  Sabbaths  past,  was  wont  to  come; 
Around  whose  bed,  in  hope  and  fear, 
Are  gathered  now  the  loved  of  home. 

2  0  Lord  I  the  secrets  of  disease 

Are  all  within  thy  sovereign  power ; 
And  so  thou  canst,  with  equal  ease, 
Send  life  or  death  at  any  hour. 


272  LEE  AYEXUE  COLLECTION". 

3  To  means  for  healing,  do  thou  give 

The  power  tliy  blessing  ever  lends ; 
In  mercy  bid  the  sufferer  live, 

Restored  to  health  and  anxious  friends. 

4  Yet,  if  thou  otherwise  ordain, 

And  take  away  that  fleeting  breath, 
Oh !  give  relief  from  torturing  pain. 
And  fitness  for  approaching  death. 

6  And,  gracious  Lord !  let  those  in  health 
Take  warning  to  be  ready,  too; 
Lest  death's  sad  visit  come  by  stealth, 
And  every  blessed  hope  undo. 


316.  ' '  Time  is  Winging  us  Away.' '        7s  &  Gs. 

Plymouth  Conection,  310 

1  TIME  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb, 
Youtli  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms ; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  will  be 

Inclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb. 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy. 

Sure  in  Jesus'  love. 


LEB  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  273 

317.  "Thy  Wm  be  Done."    L.M.,orP.M 

Plymoatli  Collection,  414. 

1  "  Thy  will  be  done  !"     In  devious  way 
The  hurrying  stream  of  life  may  run ; 
Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say, 

'•  Thy  win  be  done." 

2  "  Thy  will  be  done."    If  o'er  us  shine 
A  gladdening  and  a  prosperous  sun, 
This  prayer  will  make  it  more  divine — 

"  Thy  wiU  be  done," 

3  "  Thy  will  be  done !"     Though  shrouded  o'er 
Our  path  with  gloom,  one  comfort — one 

Is  ours — to  breathe,  while  we  adore, 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 


318.  Hark !  on  my  Pathway.  lOs. 

1  TIARK !  on  my  pathway  Eternity  treads, 

•*^    'And  quickly  time  must  the  journey  close ; 
But  Jesus  the  light  of  hope  on  me  sheds, 
In  him  doth  it  centre,  on  him  repose. 

2  Since  thou  hast  thyself,  with  thine  holy  oil 

Provided  my  lamp,  kept  burning  the  light, 
I  shall  obey  without  fear  at  thy  call : 

Hasten,  Saviour,  hasten  the  hour  of  night. 

^  No  I  nothing  in  you  can  now  me  arrest— 

0  world !  0  time  1  from  henceforth  I  am  free  \ 
Exhausted,  beneath  the  cross  is  my  rest, 
And  lo  !  in  the  vista  Eternity  1 


274  LEE  AVEXUE   COLLECTION. 


oLu.  There  is  a  Harp  whose  Thrilling  Sound.  L.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  393. 

1  THERE  is  a  harp  whose  thrilling  sound 

Swells  through  the  choir  of  heaven  above ; 
'Mid  the  blue  arch  the  notes  resound, 
"While  angels  catch  the  song  of  love. 

2  'Tis  when  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

A  sainted  spirit  wings  its  "way ; 

And  pure  before  the  tlirone  appears 

Jn  robes  of  bright  ethereal  day. 

3  Hark  !  the  glad  sliout  of  sacred  joy, 

In  choral  numbers  loud  and  long; 
Th'  angel  host  their  harps  employ, 
And  hallelujahs  swell  the  song. 


320.  Oh !  Sing  to  me  of  Heaven.  S.  HL 

New  Lute  of  Zion,  327. 

|H  !  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 
When  I  am  called  to  die! 
Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 
To  waft  mv  soul  on  high. 


0^ 


2  When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 

EoU  off  my  marble  brow, 
Burst  forth  in  strains  of  joyfiilness, 
Let  heaven  begin  below. 

3  "When  the  last  moment  comes, 

Oh  !  watch  my  dying  face, 
And  catch  the  bright,  seraphic  gleam 
Which  o'er  each  feature  plays. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION.  27 5 

4  Then  to  my  raptured  ears 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  given; 

Let  music  cbai'm  me  last  oti  earth, 

And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 

5  Then  round  ray  senseless  clay 

Assemble  those  I  love, 
And  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heaven, 
My  glorious  home  above. 


321.  The  Prodigal's  Return.  C.  M. 

New  Lute  of  Zion,  325. 

1  A  FFLICTIOXS,  though  they  seem  severe, 

In  mercy  ofc  are  sent ; 
They  stopped  the  prodigal's  career, 
And  caused  him  to  repent. 

I'll  die  no  more  for  bread,  he  cried, 

Xor  starve  in  foreign  lands ; 
My  Father's  house  has  large  supplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

2  What  have  I  gained  by  sin,  he  said, 

But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear  ? 
My  Father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  hero. 

I'll  die  no  more  for  bread,  &c 

3  I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face, 

Unworthy  to  be  called  his  son, 

I'll  seek  a  servant's  place. 

I'll  die  no  more  for  bread,  (fee. 


2-"?  6  LEE    AVENTJE   COLLECTION. 

4  His  Father  saw  him  coming  back : 
He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smOed, 
And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

I'll  die  no  more  for  bread,  &c. 

6  "  Father  I've  sinned,  but  oh !  forgive !" 
Enough  I  the  Father  said  : 
Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
For  whom  I  mourned  as  dead. 
I"U  die  no  more  for  bread,  &c 

6  Xow  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain,    ' 

And  spread  the  nev/s  around  : 
My  son  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
Was  lost,  but  now  is  found. 

I'U  die  no  more  for  bread,  &c, 

7  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home  ; 
More  than  a  Father's  love  he  feels, 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 

I'll  die  no  more  for  bread,  Ac 


322.  The  Chariot.  128. 

New  Lute  of  Zlon,  333. 

1  THE  chariot  1  the  chariot !  the  wheels  roll  in  fire, 
-*•     As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his 

ire; 
Lo  I  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead  ai"» 
bowed. 


LEE   AYENUE   COLLECTION.  277 

2  The  glory !  the  glory  I  around  him  arrayed, 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  now  wait  on  the  Lord ; 
And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  are  there, 
And  there  all  who  the  palm-leaves  of  victory  wear. 

3  The  trumpet !    the  trumpet  I    the  dead  have  all 

heard : 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered  charnel  are 

stirred  1 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south,  from 

the  north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  men  are  come  forth. 

4  The  judgment  I  the  judgment  1  the  thrones  are  all 

set, 
"Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  are 

met!  • 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5  0  mercy !  0  mercy !  look  down  from  above. 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love  1 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are 

driven. 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in  heaven. 


323. 


Burst,  ye  Emerald  Gates.  7s  &  Gs. 

New  Lute  of  Zion,  S83. 

"DURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 

To  my  enraptured  vision 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  Elysium  ! 
Lo,  we  lift  our  longing  eyes  : 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies, 
Sons  of  righteousness,  arise  1 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 


2Y8  LEE  AYEXUE  COLLECTION. 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light 

Freely  flash  before  him  : 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him ; 
Angel  trumps  resound  his  fame : 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name, 
Heaven  edioing  the  theme. 

3  Four-and-twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station  ; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  the  great  salvation ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry  in  reverential  tones, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy !  Holy  1  Holy  One  ! 

'I  Hark !  the  thrilling  symphonies 
Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us ; 
Join  we,  too,  the  holy  lays, 

Jesus,  Jesus.  Jesus! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraphs'  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal  tongue, 
Swetest  carol  ever  sung, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  flow  along. 


324.    How  Calm  and  Beautiful  the  Morn.      P.  M. 

New  Lute  of  Zion,  236. 

1  TIOW  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 
-"■     That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 
Where  once  the  Crucified  was  borne, 

And  veiled  in  midnight  gloom  ! 
Oh !  weep  no  more  the  Saviour  slain ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — He  Uves  again. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  279 

2  Te  mourning  saints,  dry  every  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord  ; 
"  Behold  the  place — lie  is  not  here," 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarred ; 
The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — he  lives  again. 

3  Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  prayer 

Tour  early  footsteps  bend, 
The  Saviour  will  himself  be  there, 

Your  advocate  and  friend  : 
Once  by  the  law  your  hopes  were  slain, 
But  now  in  Christ  ye  live  again. 

4  How  tranquil  now  the  rising  day! 

'Tis  Jesus  still  appears, 
A  risen  Lord  to  chase  away 

Your  unbelieving  fears ! 
Oh  I  weep  no  more  )-our  comforts  slain  ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — he  lives  again. 

5  And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 

"When  life's  last  hour  draws  nigh, 
If  Jesus  sliines  upon  the  soul, 

How  blissful  then  to  die  I 
Since  He  has  risen  who  once  was  slain, 
Ye  die  in  Christ  to  live  again. 


325.    Come,  let  us  Join  our  Friends  Above.     C.  M. 

Boys'  end  Girls'  Singing  Book,  IS. 

1  pOME,  let  US  join  our  friends  above, 
^     Who  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joys  celestial  rise ; 


280  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 
With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 

For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one. 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him, 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  bv  the  stream, 

The  narrow  stream  of  death  ; 
One  array  of  the  hving  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  has  crossed  the  flood, 

And  part  is  crossing  now. 

3  How  many  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  1 
And  we  are  to  tlie  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die  ; 
His  militant,  embodied  host, 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand. 
And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 

And  reach  the  heavenlv  land. 


326.  Heavenly  Anticipation.  C.  "hL 

riymoaih  Collection,  tM. 

1  A  MOTHER  dear  I  Jerasalem  I 
^     When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 

Thy  joys,  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  0  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints  1 

0  sweet  and  pleasant  soil  I 

In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 

Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 


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3  No  dimly  cloud  o'crsliadows  thee, 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 
For  God  himself  gives  light. 

4  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 

Thy  bulwark.?  diamond-square ; 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl — 
0  God !  if  I  vv  ere  there. 

6  0  my  sweet  home !  Jerusalem ! 
Thy  joys  v.'hen  shall  I  see  ? 
The  King  that  sitteth  on  thy  throne, 
In  his  fehcity  ? 

6  Thy  gardens  and  thy  goodly  walks 

Continually  nre  green, 
Where  grow  such  sweet  and  pleas^-nt  flowers 
As  nowhere  else  are  seen. 

7  "Right  through  thy  streets,  with  pleasing  sound, 

The  flood'"  of  hfe  doth  flow ; 
And  on  the  banks,  on  either  sid?, 
The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 

8  Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripened  fniit; 

For  evermore  they  spring ; 

And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 

To  thee  their  honors  bring. 

9  0  mother  dear !  Jerusalem ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys,  when  shall  I  see  ? 


282  LEE   AYEXUE   COLLECTION. 

327.  Heavenly  Anticipation.  12s  &  11a. 

Plymonth  Collection,  4C9. 

1  TIOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  the  jovs  that  await  me, 

In  yon  Ijlissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest, 
"Where  glorified  spu'its  with  welcome  shall  greet 
me, 
And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  tlie  blest; 
Encircled  with  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
M}"-  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  unclouded, 
I'll  bathe  in  tlie  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 
And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden  of 
love. 

2  "While  angehc  legions,  with  harps  tuned  celestial, 

Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  ten-es- 
trial, 
In  loud  liallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise  ; 
Then  songs   to  the  Lamb  shall  reecho  through 

heaven. 
My  soul  will  respond,  To  Jmmanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  lionor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us,  through  grace,  to  the  Eden  of 
love. 

3  Then  hail,  blessed  state  1    hail,  ye  songsters  of 

glory  1 
Ye  harpers  of  bliss !  soon  I'U  meet  you  above, 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 
"  Salvation  from  sorrow,  through  Jesus's  love ;" 
Though  prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me  when  freed  from  probation; 
My  heart's  now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  of  love. 


LEE  ATEXTJE   COLLECTION.  283 

328.  Breathing  after  the  Spirit.  C.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  153. 

1  r<Oi£E,  holy  Spirit !  heavenly  Dove ! 
^  With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  1 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor,  dying  rate — 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit !  heavenly  Dove  I 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  that  shaU  kindle  ours. 


329.  But  Two  Ways.  C.  M, 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book. 

1  THERE  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God, 
All  others  go  astray ; 
Narrow  but  pleasant  is  the  road, 
And  Christians  love  the  way. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  It  leads  straight  through  this  -world  of  sin, 

And  dangers  must  be  passed ; 
But  those  who  boldly  walk  therein 
Will  come  to  heaven  at  last. 

3  While  the  broad  road,  where  thousands  go, 

Lies  near,  and  opens  fair, 
And  many  turn  aside,  I  know, 
To  walk  with  sinners  there. 

4  But,  lest  my  feeble  steps  should  shde, 

Or  wander  from  tliy  way. 
Lord !  condescend  to  be  my  guide,^ 
And  I  shall  never  stray. 


0«5U.  The  Surrender.  Ss,  7s,  &  4. 

Plymouth  Collection,  208. 

Tyi^LCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 
' '      Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender. 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine, 

Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  thine. 

331.  Prayer  for  a  Revival.  8s,  Ts, 

Plymoull-  r-:'l-otii>ii,  514. 

1  C  AVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation : 

^      Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation. 
Unless  thou  return  again. 
Lord,  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee, 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance  ; 

Shine  upon  us  rrom  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 


LEE   AYEXTJE   COLLECTION.  285 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers, 
Let  each  one  t?steemed  thy  servant, 
Shuu  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

4  Break  tlie  tempter's  fatal  power  ; 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 


O (3 «£.    "Welcome,  D ays  of  Solemn  Meeting.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  149. 

1  WELCOME,  days  of  solemn  meeting! 

TTelcomo.  days  of  praise  and  prayer  I 
Far  from  earthly  scenes  retreating, 
In  your  blessings  we  would  share — 

iSacred  seasons. 
In  your  blessings  we  would  share. 

2  Be  thou  near  us,  blessed  Saviour, 

Still  at  morn  and  eve  the  same  ; 
Give  us  faith  that  can  not  waver ; 
Kindle  in  us  heaven's  own  flame — 

Blessed  Saviour, 
Kindle  in  us  heaven's  own  flame. 

3  When  the  ferverit  prayer  is  glowing, 

Holy  Spirit,  hear  that  prayer ; 
When  the  song  of  praise  is  flowing. 
Let  that  song  tiiiue  impress  bear — 

Holy  Spirit, 
Let  that  song  thine  impress  bear. 


286  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

333.  Charity.  8s  &  Ts 

MusicdJ  BouqiAt,  149. 

1  MEEK  and  lowly,  pure  and  holy, 

-^-*-     Chief  among  the  "blessed  three," 
Turning  sadness  into  gladness, 

Heaven-born  art  thou,  Charity  1 
Pity  dwelleth  in  thy  bosom. 

Kindness  reigneth  o'er  thy  heart, 

Gentle  thoughts  alone  can  sway  thee, 

Judgment  hath  in  thee  no  part. 

Meek  and  lowly,  jDure  and  holy. 

Chief  among  the  "blesse^d  three," 
Turning  sadness  into  gladness, 
Heaven-born  art  thou,  Charity. 

2  Hoping  ever,  failing  never, 

Though  deceived,  belie\'ing  still ; 
Long  abiding,  all  confiding. 

To  thy  heavenly  Father's  will : 
Never  weary  of  well-doing. 

Never  fearful  of  the  end ;    ' 
Claiming  all  mankind  as  brothers, 

Thou  dost  all  alike  befriend. 
Meek  and  lowly,  &c. 


334.  Patience.  8s  &  7s. 

Musical  Gems,  41. 

1  pATIENCE,  bright  and  happy  spirit, 

Sent  from  heaven  to  light  the  earth, 
Lead  us  onward,  we  would  follow. 
Guide  of  high  celestial  birth ; 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  287 

Tliou  wilt  help  us  scale  the  mountains^ 
Thou  wilt  help  us  stem  the  flood ; 

Thou  wilt  give  us  full-blown  flowers 
From  the  slowly  opening  bud. 

All  the  starry  hosts  of  heaven, 

Ne'er  yet  seen  by  mortal  eye, 
Are  to  thy  true  follower  given ; 

All  that  creep,  or  swim,  or  fly, 
All  the  secrets  of  creation, 

All  that  caves  of  ocean  bear; 
All  the  lore  of  every  nation. 

Patience,  thou  dost  freely  share. 


335.  Hope.  8s  &  7s. 

Musical  Bouquet,  loU 

1  MOURNER!  why  this  fruitless  sorrow  I 

Let  me  soothe  thee  with  my  lay; 
Darkest  nigiit  hath  brightest  morrow, 

So  shall  sadness  pass  away. 
Heavy  is  thy  heart  with  anguish. 

Sorely  are  thy  thoughts  oppressed ; 
Mourner  I  wherefore  dost  thou  languish? 

I  am  here  to  give  thee  rest, 

2  My  blest  mission  is  from  heaven. 

Thither  let  thy  thoughts  ascend ; 
Free  thy  heart  from  earthly  leaven, 

Thou  shalt  know  me  as  thy  friend; 
Be  thy  prayers  and  adorations 

Made  unto  that  bright  abode ; 
I  will  lead  thy  aspirations 

To  the  temple  of  thy  God. 


288  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

336.  Prayer,  Svreet  Prayer.  P.  M. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  10. 

1  TL'HEX  torn  is  the  bosom  \\'itli  soitow  and  carp. 

^'      Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like 

prayer ; 
It  eases,  soothes,  soflens,  subdues,  yet  sustains, 
Gives  vigor  to  hope,  and  puts  passion  in  chains ; 
Prayer,  prayer,  0  sweet  prayer  1 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

2  When  far  from  the  friends  we  hold  deadest  we  part, 
Wliat  fond  recollections  still  cling  to  the  heart ; 
Past  converse,  past  scenes,  past  enjoyments  are 

there — 
How  hurtfully  pleasing  till  hallowed  by  prayer. 
Prayer,  prayer,  &c. 

3  When  pleasure  would  woo  us  fi'om  piety's  arms, 
The  syren  sings  sweetly  or  silently  charms. 
We  listen,  love,  loiter,  are  caught  in  the  snare, 
In  looking  to  Jesus  we  conquer  by  prayer. 

Prayer,  prayer,  &c. 

4  While  strangers  to  prayer  we  are   strangers  to 

bliss ; 
Heaven  pours  its  full  streams  through  no  medium 

but  this ; 
And  till  we  the  seraph's  full  ecstasy  share, 
Our  chalice  of  joy  must  be  guarded  by  prayer. 
Prayer,  prayer,  &o. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 


28^ 


337 


The  Orphan's  Prayer. 


P.M. 

Dulcimer,  948. 

1  I  LOVE  to  stay  where  my  mother  sleeps, 
And  gaze  on  each  star  as  it  twinkling  peeps 
Through  tliat  bending  willow  which  lonely  weeps 

O'er  my  mother's  grave,  &c. 

2  I  love  to  kneel  on  the  green  turf  there, 
Afar  from  the  scene  of  my  daily  care, 

And  breathe  to  my  Saviour  my  evening  prayer, 
O'er  my  mother's  grave,  &c. 

3  I  still  remember  hov/  oft  she  led 

And  knelt  mc  by  her,  as  with  God  she  plead 

That  I  might  be  his  when  the  clod  was  spread 

O'er  my  mother's  grave,  &c. 

4  I  love  to  think  how  'neath  the  ground 

She  slumbers  in  death  as  a  captive  bound — 
She'll  slumber  no  more  when  the  trump  shall 
sound, 
O'er  my  mother's  grave,  &c. 


290  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

338.  One  of  our  Number  Taken.         8s  &  78, 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  98. 

1  n^E  sweet  flower  has  drooped  and  faded, 
^     One  sweet  youthful  voice  has  fled 
One  fair  brow  the  ^^rave  has  shaded, 

One  dear  schoolmate  now  is  dead. 

2  But  ^ve  feel  no  thought  of  sadness, 

For  our  friend  is  happy  now  ; 
She  has  knelt  in  soul-felt  gladness, 
Where  the  blessed  angels  bow. 

3  She  has  gone  to  heaven  before  ys, 

But  she  turns  and  waves  her  hand, 
Pointing  to  the  glories  o'er  us, 
In  that  happy  spirit  land. 

4  May  our  footsteps  never  falter, 

In  the  path  that  she  has  trod  ; 
May  we  worship  at  the  altar 
Of  the  great  and  living  God. 

5  Lord  !  may  angels  watch  above  us, 

Keep  us  all  from  error  free; 
May  they  guard,  and  guide,  and  love  us. 
Till,  like  her,  we  go  to  thee. 


839.  Death  of  a  Scholar.  C.  K 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  128. 

1  "HEATH  has  been  here,  and  borne  away 
■^     A  [sister]*  from  our  side ; 
Just  in  the  morning  of  [her]f  day. 
As  young  as  we  [she]+  died. 

*  Or  brother.  +  Or  his.  1  Or  he. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTIOX.  291 

2  Not  long  ago  [she]  filled  [her]  place, 

And  sat  with  us  to  learn  ; 
But  [she]  has  run  [her]  mortal  race, 
And  never  can  return. 

3  Perhaps  our  time  may  be  as  short, 

Our  days  may  fly  as  fast ; 
0  Lord  1  impress  the  solemn  thought 
That  this  may  be  our  last. 

4  We  can  not  tell  who  next  may  fall 

Beneath  thy  chastening  rod ; 
One  must  be  first !  —oh  !  may  we  all 
Prepare  to  meet  our  God. 

5  All  needful  help  is  thine  to  give ; 

To  thee  our  souls  apply 
For  grace  to  teach  us  how  to  live, 
And  make  us  fit  to  die. 


340.   Where  we  oft  have  Met  in  Gladness.  8s,  7s,  4s. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Choir,  76. 

1  "WHERE  we  oft  have  met  in  gladness, 

' '  On  the  holy  Sabbath  day, 
Slowly  now,  with  tearful  sadness. 

Each  pursues  his  lonely  way ; 
Tears  are  falling, 

On  this  holy  Sabbath  day. 

2  One  we  loved  has  left  our  number, 

For  the  dark  and  silent  tomb — 
Closed  [bis]*  eyes  in  deathless  slumber, 
Faded  in  [his]  early  bloom ; 

Hear  us,  Saviour  1 
Thou  hast  blest  the  lonely  tomb, 

*  Or  her. 


292  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

3  Through  its  dark  and  narrow  portal, 

Once  they  bore  thee  to  thy  rest; 
There  a  ray  of  light  immortal, 
Like  a  sunbeam  from  the  west, 

Burst  the  shadows, 
And  tho  grave  thenceforth  was  blest» 

4  By  the  hght  that  tiius  was  given 

To  the  darkness  of  the  tomb. 
By  the  blessed  light  of  heaven, 
Gilding  scenes  of  earthly  gloom, 

Star  of  gladness ! 
All  our  night  with  joy  illume.* 

5  From  our  circle,  dearest  brother, 

Early  hast  thou  passed  away ; 
But  the  angels  say,  "Another 
Joins  our  holy  song  to-day." 

"Weep  no  longer  1 
Join  with  them  the  sacred  lay. 


341.  Death  of  a  Teaclier.  L.  M 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singin-  Book,  119. 

'HE  voice  is  hushed— the  gentle  voice 
That  told  us  of  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  made  our  youthful  hearts  rejoice, 
In  hope  of  heaven,  our  home  abov^ 


T' 


2  The  eye  is  dim — the  loving  eye 

That  beamed  so  fondly  on  us  here ; 
Sealed  up  m  death,  the  anxious  sigh 
No  more  bedews  it  with  a  tear. 


LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTIOX.  293 

3  But  in  the  land  beyond  the  grave, 

That  voice  will  swell,  in  rapturous  tone, 
The  song  to  Him  who  died  to  save, 
And  bring  the  v.'cary  traveller  homo. 

4  That  eye,  with  holy  radiance  bright, 

Shall  kindle,  like  the  stars  of  even, 
Like  them  shall  pierce  the  shades  of  night, 
And  sweetly  shine  on  us  from  heaven. 

5  That  brow  shall  wear  its  glittering  crown, 

When  sun  and  stars  no  more  shall  shine  j 
"When  death  shall  lay  his  sceptre  down — 
The  grave  her  empire  shall  resign. 

6  Then  let  us  weep  as  Jesus  wept — 

Hallowed  by  love  each  gentle  sigh ; 
Since  in  the  grave  our  Saviour  slept, 
The  Christian  need  not  fear  to  die. 


342.  Sleeping  in  Jesus.  C.  M. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  119. 

1  A  SLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep, 

From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh  !  how  sweet, 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
That  death  has  lost  his  cruel  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waiving  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 


294  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus !  oh  !  for  me 
May  such  a  bhssful  refuge  be  ; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
"Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus !  far  from  thee, 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 
But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


343. 


Why  do  we  Mourn  Departing  Friends.   C.  M. 

Bradbury's  School  Singer,  164. 

1  "Vy  HY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

' '      Or  shake  at  deatli's  alarm  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upwards  too 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Xor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
To  keep  us  fi'oai  oar  love. 

3  "Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed  ; 
"Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTIO^T.  29S 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  souls  shall  fly 
At  the  great  risiug  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  trumpet  sound. 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise. 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground ; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 


344. 


The  Happy  World.  S.  H.  M. 

fechool  Singer,  178. 

1  rRIEXD.  after  friend  departs  ; 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts, 

That  finds  not  hero  an  end ! 
"Were  this  frail  world  our  final  rest, 
Living  or  dying  none  were  blest. 

2  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  Is  unknown  ; 
A  long  eternity  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone ! 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here, 
Translated  to  that  glorious  sphere  I 


345.  There'll  be  no  Parting  there!  P.  M 

Anniversa)7  Hymns,  59. 

1  TJERE  we  meet  to  part  again, 

■*^     But  when  we  meet  on  Canaan's  plain, 
There'll  be  no  parting  there, 
In  that  briglit  world  above. 
Shout !  shout  the  victory  I 
We're  on  our  journey  home  I 


296  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

2  Here  we  meet  to  part  again, 

But  when  a  seat  in  heaven  we  gain, 
There'll  be,  &c. 

3  Here  we  meet  to  part  again, 

But  there  wo  shall  with  Jesus  reign. 
There'll  be,  &c. 

4  Here  we  meet  to  part  again, 

But  when  we  join  the  heavenly  train, 
There'll  be,  &c. 


346.  Farewell  to  a  Scholar.  L  fil 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Sinking  Book,  IBO. 

1  Ty^E  offer,  Lord,  an  humble  prayer. 

And  thank  thee  for  thy  grace  bestowed, 
In  leading  one  beneath  our  care. 
Thus  fur  in  wisdom's  pleasant  road. 

3  "What  trials  to  his  lot  may  fall, 
What  toilsome  duties  to  fulfill, 
We  do  not  know ;  but  in  them  all. 
Be  thou  his  strength  and  comfort  still. 

3  May  Jesus  be  his  constant  friend. 

The  Bible  his  support  and  stay ;  -  ^ 

And  may  thy  Spirit,  Lord,  descend, 
To  bless  and  guide  him  day  by  day. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  297 

347.     How  Pleasant  thus  to  Dwell  Below.     P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  $. 

1  TJOW  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below, 
■*-*•     In  fellou'sbip  of  love  ; 

And  though  we  part,  'tis  bhss  to  know 
The  good  shall  meet  above. 

Oh  I  that  v^ill  be  joyful,  joyful,  joyful  I 
Oh  !  that  will  be  joyful, 
To  meet  to  part  no  more. 
To  meet  to  part  no  more, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song, 
With  those  who've  gone  before. 

2  Yes,  happy  thought !  when  we  are  free 

From  earthly  grief  and  pain. 
In  heaven  we  shall  each  other  see, 
And  never  part  again. 

Oh  I  that  will  be  joyful !  &c. 

3  The  children  who  have  loved  the  Lord 

Shall  hail  their  teachers  there ; 
And  teachers  gain  the  rich  reward 
Of  all  their  toil  and  care. 

Oh  1  that  will  be  joyful !  &c. 

4  Then  let  us  each,  in  strength  divine, 

StUl  walk  in  wisdom's  ways ; 
That  we  with  those  we  lovo  may  join 
In  never-ending  praise. 

Oh  I  that  will  be  joyful  I  &c 


298  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 


348. 


The  Happy  Meeting.  P.  M. 

Auniversary  Hymns,  10. 


1  TTERE  we  suffer  grief  and  pain, 

Here  we  meet  to  part  again, 
In  heaven  we  part  no  more. 

Oh  !  that  will  be  joyful ! 
Joyful,  joyful,  jovful ! 
Oh!  that'will  be  joyful! 
"Wlien  we  meet  to  p:4rt  no  more. 

2  All  who  love  tha  Lord  below, 
"When  they  die  to  heaven  will  go, 

And  sing  wiih  saints  above. 

Oh  !  that  wiU  be  joyful !  &c. 

3  Little  children  will  be  there, 

Who  have  sought  the  Lord  by  prayer, 
From  every  Sunday-school. 

Oh !  that  will  be  joyful !  &c. 

4  TtCbcliers,  too.  shall  meet  above. 
And  our  Payors,  whom  we  love. 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

Oh  !  that  will  be  joyful !  &c. 

5  Oh  I  how  happy  we  shall  be  I 
For  our  Saviour  we  shall  see, 

Exalted  on  his  throne. 

Oh  !  that  will  be  joyful !  &c. 

6  There  we  all  shall  sing  with  joy, 
And  eternity  employ 

In  praising  Christ,  the  Lord. 

Oh  I  that  will  be  joyful !  <fec. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTIOIT.  299 

o49.  Dear  Father,  ere  we  Part.  H.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  32. 

1  J)EAR  Father,  ere  we  part, 

Xow  let  thy  grace  descend, 
And  fill  our  youthful  heart 

With  peace  from  Christ  our  friend. 
May  showers  of  blessings  from  above, 
Descend  and  fill  our  hearts  with  love.' 

2  May  we  in  after  years, 

With  gratitude  review 
The  service  of  this  day, 

The  work  we  now  pursue , 
And  speed  our  way  to  worlds  above, 
With  hearts  all  fired  with  holy  love. 

3  We  know  that  soon  on  earth 

Tlie  fondest  ties  must  end— 
Our  own  most  cherished  hopes 

To  death's  cold  hand  must  bend  • 
The  fairest  flowers  in  all  their  bloom 
Must  soon  lie  withered  in  the  tomb.  ' 

4  Then  when  our  spirits  leave 

These  tenements  of  clay, 
May  they  to  God  who  gave, 

Ascend,  in  endless  da  v. 
And  smg  with  parents,  teachers,  friends. 
That  anthem  sweet  which  never  enda 


300  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 


350;  Parting  Hyinn.  83  &75 

Boys'  and  Girls*  Singing  Book,  105. 

>LE^SE  to  watch  us,  blessed  Saviour, 
As  we  leave  our  "  Sabbath  Home ;" 
Guide  and  keep  us  from  all  danger, 
Till  agaui  to  thee  we  come. 


P^ 


2  Though  we  very  often  wander 

In  the  paths  of  vice  and  sin, 
Yet  we  pray  that  thou  would'st  hear  us, 
Cleanse  and  make  us  pure  within. 

3  Make  each  spirit  meek  and  lowly, 

Make  us  leave  the  ways  of  strife, 
Lead  us  in  the  path  of  duty, 
Lead  us  to  the  "  better  life." 

4  Thus  we'd  serve  thee,  blessed  Saviour, 

Till  we've  crossed  life's  stormy  sea, 
And  with  each  loved  friend  and  teacher, 

All  are  gathered  home  to  thee. 
Original  words  by  a  Lee  Av.  Sabbath-School  Teacho?. 


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851t         Closmg  of  the  Sabbath-School.    8s,  7s,  &  4. 

Bradbury'3  S.  S.  Melodies,  110. 

'OW  is  done  the  time  of  teaching, 
Ended  is  the  hour  we  love, 
Still  the  voice  of  friends  beseeching 
Us  to  seek  for  joys  above. 

Precious  Sabbaths ! 
S\^'iftl7,  oh !  they  swiftly  move  I 


USE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  ^01 

2  Soon  our  Sabbaths  will  be  ended, 

All  our  Sabbath-sckools  be  past, 
Like  the  leaf,  to  earth  descended, 
Withered  in  the  autumn  blast ; 

Life  is  passing, 
We  must  see  the  grave  at  last. 

3  Then  may  heaven  be  beaming  o'er  us, 

With  its  sunny  glories  bright ; 

And  with  millions  saved  before  us 

May  we  join  in  worlds  of  light, 

Praising  Jesus, 
Where  the  Sabbath  knows  no  night. 


^«  Dismission.  8s,  73,  &  4. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  149. 

1  T  ORD  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace, 
Let  us  each  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 
Oh  I  refresh  us,  oh  1  refresh  us, 

Travellmg  through  this  wildemess. 

2  Thanks  we  ^ive,  and  adoration, 

For  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 
May  the  fruit  of  thy  salvation 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 
May  thy  presence,  may  thy  presence, 

With  us  evermore  be  found  I 


302  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

3  So  whene'er  the  signal  s  given, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 

Borno  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  common  clay  : 

May  we  ready,  may  we  ready, 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day  ! 


353.  Meeting  and  Parting.  L.  M. 

Bradbury's  S.  S.  Melodies,  34. 

1  'TYTHILE  in  the  world  we  still  remain, 

' '    We  only  meet  to  part  agaiil  ; 
But  when  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
"We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  The  hope  that  we  shall  see  the  day 
Should  chase  our  present  griefs  away ; 
A  few  short  years  of  conflict  past, 
We  meet  around  the  throne  at  last. 

3  Then  let  us  here  improve  our  hours, 
Improve  them  to  a  Saviour's  praise ; 
To  him  with  zeal  devote  om-  powers, 
And  run  with  joy  in  wisdom's  ways. 


354.  When  shall  we  Meet  Again  1  P.  M. 

Linden  Harp,  158. 

1  WHEN  shall  we  meet  again  ? 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 
Round  us  forever  ? 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION.  303 

Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blovrs, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, 

Never,  no,  never;  no,  no,  never. 

I  "When  shall  love  freely  fio-w, 

Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
"When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow, 

Changeless  forever? 
"Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 

Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill, 

Never,  no,  never,  &c. 

Up  to  that  world  of  light. 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour ; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  forever ; 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 

There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel, 

Never,  no,  never,  &c. 

Soon  shall  we  meet  again. 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ; 
Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever. 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 

Safe  from  all  worldly  woes ; 
Our  days  of  praise  shall  close, 

Never,  no,  never,  &c. 


304  LEE  AYENUE   COLLECTION. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

1.  L.M. 

DRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
-*■      Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


3. 


2.  P.M. 

"PATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  G-host, 
■*■      One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celestial  host. 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done  ; 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given. 


Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaveru 


TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION.  306 

F.BL 

n  LORY,  honor,  praise,  and  power    • 
^     Be  unto  the  Lamb  forever ; 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer ; 
Halleluiah!  halleluiah!  halleluiah! 
Praise  the  Lord. 


5.  S.1IL 

TO  the  eternal  Three, 

In  will  and  essence  one  ; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Coequal  honors  done. 


T 


6.  E.  IL 

^0  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honors  raise, 
Glory  to  God  the  Sou, 

And  to  the  Spirit  praise  ; 
With  all  our  powers,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 


7.  lis. 

A  FATHER  Almighty  !  to  thee  be  addressed, 
^  With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God,  ever  blest, 
AU  glory  and  worship  from  earth,  and  from  heaveu, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 


308  LEE   AVE2;UE   COLLECTION. 

8.  lis  &  8s. 

A  LL  praise  to  the  Father,  all  praise  to  the  Son, 

All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  thrice  blest  ; 
The  Holy,  Eternal.  Supreme  Three  la  One 
"Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  addressed. 

CHORUS. 

Glory,  honor,  praise,  and  power, 

Be  unto  the  Lamb  forever ; 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer, 

Halleluiah !  halleluiah !  halleluiah  ! 
Praise  the  Lord.    > 


T 


9.  P.M. 

^0  Him  who  bore  the  sinner's  shame, 
Be  endless  glory  given, 
Immortal  honors  crown  his  name, 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 
Hallelaiah  1  Amen. 


10.  7s  &  6s. 

TO  thee  be  praise  forever, 

Thou  glorious  King  of  Kings ; 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  x'avor 

Each  ransomed  spirit  sings  : 
"We'll  celebrate  thy  glory 

"With  all  thy  saints  above- 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 


LEE  AVEXUE   COLLECTION.  301 

U.  P.M 

"'O  thine  anointed  Son, 

Our  songs,  0  God  I  ^ye  raise, 
To  thee,  0  Father,  God  of  love  ! 

We'll  render  endless  praise. 
Halleluiah !     Praise  the  Lord,  Halleluiah  1 
Sing  praises  to  his  holy  name.     Amen. 


X( 


12.  P.M. 

"DLESSIXG,  honor,  glory,  might, 

And  dominion  infinite, 
To  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 
To  the  Spirit  and  the  "\Yord — 
As  it  was  all  worlds  before, 
Is.  and  shall  be  evermore. 


13.  Apostolic  Bensdiction.  8s  &  7s, 

1  ll'l  A  r  the  grace  of  Christ  the  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
"With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Eest  upon  us  from  above. 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union, 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  can  not  aflford. 


IttJrH  0f  |irst  f  inxs  iit  |^rt  |irst. 


The  nuTTibers  refer  to  the  pages  in  the  booh 

Acquaint  thyself  quickly,  0  sinner  !  with  God, 178 

Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe, 275 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, .^ 208 

A  little  while,  saith  yonder  sun, .' 264 

All  hail  to  Christ  our  King 221 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus"  name, 74 

All  praise  to  the  Father,  all  praise  to  the  Son,. S08 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound, 211 

All  the  week  we  spend, 16 

Angry  words  are  lightly  spoken, 241 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  erief, 80 

A  prophet  of  the  olden  time, 247 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 48 

As  birds  return  on  joyous  wing, 287 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep,". 293 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 94 

A  youthful  company  we  meet 36 

Before  the  great  Shepherd  ascended  on  high, 92 

Behold,  a  stranger  at  the  door, 176 

Be  kind  to  each  other 240 

Be  kind  to  thy  father,  for  when  thou  wert  young, 239 

Be  sacred  truth,  my  son,  thy  guide, 126 

Blessinz,  honor,  elory,  might,  307 

Blest  be  the  tie  ihat  binds 245 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 196 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  moroing, 73 

Brightly  freedom's  gifts  are  strewn, 246 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring, 277 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 178 

OLUdren,  come,  will  you  come, 98 


CsDEX   OF   FIRST   LIXES   IX   PART    FIRST.        309 

Children,  hear  the  melting  etory, 76 

Children  of  Jerusalem 39 

Children  of  the  heavenly  Kins, . 1 65 

Children  of  the  Sabbath-school,     125 

Come  and  sing  with  joy  and  glaflness, 8T 

Come,  beloved  teachers,  tell  us, 9;^ 

Come,  children,  come,  God  bids  you  come, 98 

Come,  children,  hail  the  Prince  of  Peace, S5 

Come,  children,  Join  to  sing, 117 

Come,  children,  let  us  sweetly  sing 59 

Come,  children,  to  the  promised  land, 104 

Come,  come,  come,  don't  delay, 1-i 

Come  every  pious  heart,     12'i 

Come,  go  wirh  me  to  Sabbath-school, 251 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 218 

Come  hither,  little  restless  one, 139 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 145 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Ileavenly  Dove, 283 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 279 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  heaven  above, 5T 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 84 

Come,  let  us  sweetly  sing, 23 

Come,  little  children,  oh !  come  unto  me, 132 

Come,  saith  Jesus"  sacred  voice, 213 

Come,  thou  fount  of  evey  blessing, 161 

Come  to  the  mercy-seat, 99 

Come,  ye  children,  stop  no  longer, 103 

Conie  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 177 

Come,  youthful  sinners,  come,  haste  to  the  Saviour, 101 

Dear  Father,  ere  we  part, 299 

Dear  Lord,  I  am  a  feeble  child, .■ 152 

Dear  partner  of  our  hopes  and  fears 234 

Dear  i)astor,  and  teachers,  and  friends, 259 

Death  haa  been  here  and  borne  away, 290 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner !  draw  near, 174 

Do  good,  do  good,  there's  ever  a  way, 134 

Do  something  for  each  other, 242 

Doxologies,     304,305,306,307 

Drooping  souls,  no  longer  mourn, 179 

Endless  praises  to  our  God 121 

Ere  on  my  bed  my  limbs  I  lay, 141 

Far  over  the  ocean,  oar  teachers  ofc  say, 260 


310       INDEX  OP   FIRST  LINES  IN  PART   FIRST. 

Pagb 

Father  hear,  to  thee  we  raise, 150 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 804 

Feed  my  lambs,  how  condescending, 95 

Friend  after  friend  departs, 295 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 199 

From  Greenland's  icy  irionntains 1S9 

From  the  wide,  far  stretching  prairies, 191 

Gladly  meeting,  kindly  i^rreeting, 21 

Glorious  things  of  ttiee  are  spoken, 1 98 

Glory,  honor,"praise,  and  power, 805 

God  "intrusts  to  all, 186 

God  is  near  thee, 116 

Go  forth  on  wings  of  fervent  prayer, 280 

Go  into  every  street  and  lane 222 

Go  sow  thy  seed  on  the  mountain  top, 223 

Go  thou  in  life's  fair  morning 128 

Go  when  the  morning  sbineth, 202 

Go  ye  to  the  land  of  the  cedar  and  vine, 187 

Grace  shall  our  souls  inspire, 22T 

Grace, 'lis  a  charming  sound, 211 

Guide  me,  0  thou  Great  Jehovah  1 162 

ITail.  my  ever-b!es«ed  Jesus 212 

Hail  the  armed  and  marshaled  band, 220 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning, 194 

Happy  angels  still  you  dwell, 8T 

Hapi)y,  happy  meet  we  here, 128 

Happy,  happy  Sunday, 108 

Happy  land,  hap[)y  land  beyond  the  skies, 69 

Hark  1  on  1117  pathway  eternitv  treads, 278 

Hark!  the  notes  of  angels  singing 88 

Hark !  the  Sabbath  bells  are  ringing, 7 

Hark  !  tei/  thousand  harps  and  voices, 118 

Hark!  those  happy  voices  saying, 104 

Hark !  those  happy  voices  saying, 210 

Heavenly  Father,  grant  thy  blessing, 152 

Heavenly  Father,  irrant  thy  blessing, 153 

Hero  we  meet  to  parr  again, 2i»5 

Here  we  suffer  grief  and  pain, 298 

Here  we  throng  to  praise  the  Lord 27 

Here  we  throng  to  jiraise  the  Saviour, 82 

He  that  goeth  foi  tli  with  weeping 226 

Holy  and  bright  in  the  softened  light, 149 

Ilosannah,  Hosannah, 83 


INDEX   OF    FIRST   LIXES    IN   PART   FIRST.        311 

Fa6V 

Hosannahs  were  by  children  sun?, 90 

IIow  briylic  the  day,  tbe.jitytul  day, 68 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn, 278 

How  charming  the  thought  that  the  spirits  in  bliss, 214 

How  happy  are  they 82 

How  pleasant  here  again  to  meet, 31 

How  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below, 297 

IIow  precious  is  the  story 72 

How  sweet,  bow  heavenly  is  the  sight, 248 

How  sweet  tjje  infant  song 133 

How  sweetly  does  the  time  fly, 113 

IIow  sweet  "is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of  rest, 110 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 109 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, ISl 

How  sweet  to  reliect  on  the  joys  that  await  me, 2S2 

I  am  weary  of  my  sin,     155 

If  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 285 

ril  awake  at  d.iwn  on  the  Sabbath  d.ny, 15 

I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 179 

I  love  the  Sunday-school, 20 

I  love  to  stay  where  my  mother  sleeps, 289 

I'm  a  lonely  travel  er  here, 170 

I'm  a  pilgrim  and  I'm  a  stranger,   164 

In  all  mv  Lord's  a[)poinred  ways 169 

In  the  fir  better  land  of  glory  and  light, 71 

In  the  rosy  light  of  the  morning  bright, 34 

In  the  tempest  of  life  when  the  wave  and  the  gale, 127 

I  read  about  a  man  that  wore, 266 

I  saw  a  child  kneel  down  and  pray, 97 

I  think,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 83 

I  Want  to  be  an  angel, 130 

I  want  to  be  like  Jesus 78 

I  wish  that  I  could  find  the  pearl, 256 

I  would  not  live  alway, 53 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 51 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 209 

Jesus  Christ,  our  Lord  and  Saviour, 79 

Jesus,  be  our  tender  Shepherd, 157 

Jesus  died  my  soul  to  save, 88 

Jesus  high  in" glory 135 

Jesus,  in"  Christian  love  we  meet, 189 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 105 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 160 


312       INDEX  or   FIRST  LINES  IN  PART   FIRST. 

Pass 

Smus,  Lord,  to  thee  I  pray, l;i8 

Jesus,  sec  a  little  child, 136 

Jesus,  tender  Saviour, 134 

Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  us, 131 

Jesus,  we  love  to  meet, 124 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well, 206 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  we  move, 38 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 70 

Just  as  I  am, 204 

Just  as  thou  art, 208 

Let  gratitude  waken  the  song, 200 

Let  the  song  of  praise  and  gladness, 199 

Let  us  love  ono  another,  not  long  may  we  stay, 242 

Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind, 119 

Let  us  with  a  joyful  mind '. 120 

Little  children,  Jesus  calls  you, 101 

Little  children,  sweetly  sing, 245 

Little  drops  of  water 136 

Little  travellers  Zionward, 174 

Lord,  a  youthful  band  and  lowly, 157 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 801 

Lord,  teach  a  sinful  child  to  pray, 154 

Lord,  this  night  I  come  to  own, 142 

Lord,  who  lovest  little  children, 134 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned, 216 

Maike  me  thy  child,  a  child  of  God, 156 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 129 

May  the  grace  of  Christ,  tho  Saviour, 317 

Meek  and  lowly,  pure  and  holy, 286 

Mid  scenes  of  affliction,  with  sorrow  oppressed, 49 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion,  and  creature  complaints, 62 

Midst  sorrow  and  care,       83 

Mourner,  v/hy  this  fruitless  sorrow, 287 

Must  Jesus  bear  his  cross  alone, 208 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair, >>^...  68 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair, 172 

My  home  isin  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here, 69 

Nay,  I  can  not  let  thee  go 207 

Now  be  the  Gospel  banner, 193 

Now  condescend.  Almighty  King, 160 

Now  I  awake  and  see  the  light, 142 

Now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep,  141 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES   IN  PART   FIRST.        31 S 

Pagk 

Now  Is  done  th.6  time  of  teachine, 80O 

Kow  the  Saviour  standeth  pleading, 180 

Oh  I  do  not  be  discouraged, 6 

Oh !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 146 

O  happy  land  !  0  happy  land, 63 

Oh !  come,  come  away, 11 

Oh  1  come,  let  us  sinor,' 28 

Oh !  come  with  me  to  the  Sahbath-school  room, 12 

O  Father  Almighty !  to  thee  be  addressed, 305 

Oh  1  never  on  this'  Holy  Book, 4T 

Oh  !  send  forth  the  Bible,  more  precious  than  gold, 45 

Oh !  sing  to  me  oi  heaven, 274 

Oh !  there  will  bo  mournincr 217 

Oh  !  the  Sabbath-schoors  a>efuge, 285 

Oh!  'tis  in  the  land  of  the  Bible,  we  love 2ia 

Oh  !  we  love  to  c  -.me  to  our  *•  Sabbath  Home," 238 

O  mother !  dear  Jerusalem, 280 

On  a  hill  stands  a  beauiiful  tree, 41 

Once  was  heard  the  song  of  children 28 

Cue  sweet  flower  has  drooped  and  faded, 2^ 

One  there  is  above  all  others, 85 

One  thing  is  necdf al  in  this  world, 269 

On  Jordan's  sto;  my  banks  I  stand, 52 

O  sacred  Head !  now  wounded, 158 

O  thou !  from  v,-hom  all  goodness  flows, 159- 

0  thou !  whose  tender  mercy  hears, 20& 

Oh  I  where  is  little  brother  gone, 

Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy  name, ISS- 

Our  good  Superintendent 266 

Our  Jesus,  before  he  w^nt  home, 185 

Our  Saviour  bids  the  children,  come, 100 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit, 244 

OL !  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 8* 

Oh !  world  of  glory  and  of  bliss, 283 

O  welcome  light ! 18- 

Patience,  bright  and  happy  spirit, 286 

Please  to  watch  us,  blessed  Saviour, 30O 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 304 

Preserved  by  thine  almighty  power, IKV 

Press  onward,  0  Zion !  the  millions  are  calling 24* 

Rejoice,  rejMce,  the  promised  time ia  coming, IW 

Eockof  ages,  cleft  for  me, 215 


314       INDEX  OF  FIRST   LINES  IN  PART  FIBST. 

Pack 

Sabbath-schools  must  have  their  meeting, 253 

Bafely  through  another  week, ; 123 

gave  all  my  "children,  Lord 231 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation, 284 

Say  whither,  wandering  stranger 169 

See  the  kind  Shepheid,  Jesus,  stands, 75 

Shepherd,  while  thy  flock  are  feeding, 152 

Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation, 188 

Some  call  us  the  infants 262' 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 224 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think 175 

Strew  the  sweet  flowers  on  prayer's  holy  altar, 261 

Sweet  is  the  time  of  spring.   249 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 122 

Sweetly  sing,  sweetly  sing, 89 

Sweetly  the  Sabbath  bell,"       • 7 

Sweet  spices  they  brought  on  their  star-lighted  way, Ill 

Take  my  heart,  O  Father !  take  it, 155 

Teacher,  grow  not  faint  n<>r  weary, 234 

Teachers,  here  we  meet  together, 85 

Teacher,  on  th7  station  stJind 233 

Tell  me.  Shepherd,  from  above 148 

Thank  God  for  the  Bible,  more  precious  than  gold, 44 

The  beautiful  sun  has  ft)rsaken  l  he  earth, 141 

The  Bible,  the  Bible,  more  precious  than  gold 40 

The  chariot  I  the  cbariot !  the  wheels  roll  in  fire, 276 

The  flowers  are  preachers 250 

The  eye  that  saw  me,  blessed  me, 250 

The  himbtt  of  Jesus,  who  are  they, 236 

The  Lord  is  my  shepJierd,  he  makes  me  repose, 115 

The  Lord  is  our  shepherd,  our  guardian  and  guide, 115 

The  mercy  of  Jesus  has  brought  us  once  more, 228 

The  mites  have  the  blessing 268 

The  mornitig  sky  is  bright  and  clear, 13 

The  prirce  of  salvationin  triumph  is  riding, 194 

There  is  a  clime  where  Jes„s  reigns, 55 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  wi;h  tilood, 214 

There  is  a  friend  we  ought  to  love, 77 

There  is  a  happy  land, 47 

There  is  a  harp  whose  thrilling  sound, 274 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight^ 65 

There  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God, 283 

There  is  a  spot  surpassing  sw  eet, 282 

There's  a  song  the  angels  sing, 68 


INDEX    OF   FIRST   LINES   IN'   PAllT   FlilST.         315 

Pxau 

There's  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose, 1 17 

The  SahljMth  hells  are  rinirinff, 148 

The  S.ihbttth  ini)rn  is  hrealcing,       IT 

The  Sabbath  school's  a  place  of  prayer, 2 

The  seraphs  bright  are  hovering 143 

The  Sand  iy-sclio>i,  that  blcsse<i  place 9 

The  Sundiiy-school,  the  Sunday-school, 46 

The  voic  •  is  hii-hed,  the  gentle  voice, 292 

The  World  it>  fa  icied  pearl  may  crave, 252 

They  tell  us  of  a  city  bright, 54 

Tliis  night,  ere  I  lay  down  to  sleep, .   , 142 

Thn.ugt)  thy  protecting  care 151 

Thy  will  be  <l>ne  in  devious  ways,... 278 

Time  is  winging  us  away, , 273 

'Tis  religiou  that  can  give 20T 

'Tls  sweet  when  Sabbath  morn  returns, 106 

Tis  tune  to  go  to  bed 140 

To-day  the  Saviour.calls 103 

To  do  to  others  as  I  would 16 

To  Father.  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 304 

Together  let  US  Sweetly  live, 173 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 805 

To  hear  redemption's  sacred  story, 220 

To  him  wh'i  bore  the  sinners  shame, 306 

Toil  on,  teachers,  toil  on  boldly, 226 

T<i  thee  be  praise  forever 3u6 

To  theii.  my  Go!  and  Saviour, 182 

To  thee,  O  blesseil  Saviour!  29 

To  the  eternal  Three, .♦ 305 

To  the  wandering  and  weary, 102 

To  thine  aiiointeil  Son 3f)7 

Truth,  wo  ha vo  so m«times  been  told, -. 262 

Upon  the  waters  cast  thy  seed, 228 

Very  little  things  are  we, 137 

"Wake  the  song  of  j  ubilee, 195 

"Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 192 

We  all  love  one  another,  138 

We  are  piltrriras  on  the  earth 168 

We  c<jme,  we  come  in  Joyous  train, W 

We  gather,  we  gather,  dear  Jesus,  to  bring, 91 

We  have  no  home  but  heaven, 60 

Welcome,  day  of  solemn  meeting, 285 


SI 6       rNT)EX  OF  FIRST  LINES  1^  PART  FIRST. 

PAaa 

"We'll  come,  while  yet  all  glowing:, 132 

We  love  to  go  to  8;ibbath-school 255 

"We  pray  for  one  who  with  us  here, 271 

"Wo  thank  the  Lord  that  here  again, 275 

Went  we  forth  from  this  place  weeping, 2C9 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 284 

We  offer,  Lord,  an  humble  prayer, 296 

We're  a  happy,  happy  band, 80 

We're  pilgrims  on  our  journey  home, 167 

We're  the  hmibs  of  the  tlock, 96 

We're  travelling  h>me  to  heaven  above, 166 

Wc  will  trust  the  gracious  God, 156 

W?  won't  give  up  the  Birde, 43 

What  is  life,  'tis  bat  a  vapor 60 

What  is  it  shows  my  soul  the  way, 41 

Whene'er  I  take  my  walks  abroad .'. 188 

When  first  my  eyes"  beheld  the  light, 112 

When  for  eternal  v/orhls  we  steer, 56 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 61 

When  little  Hainuerwoke 147 

When  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain, 71 

When  Sabbath's  hallowed  morn  I  meet, 23(> 

When  Sabbath's  sacred  morning  light, 6 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing, 190 

When  shall  we  meet  a<rain, 312 

When  the  morning  light  drives  away  trie  night 3 

When  the  time  of  our  earth'y  sojourning  is  over, 64 

Wken  torn  is  the  bosom  with  sorrow  and  care, 2S8 

Where  do  children  love  to  go, 8 

Where  we  oft  have  met  in  gladness, 291 

While  in  this  world  we  still  remain 302 

While  the  heavenly  seed  we're  sowlnsr, 229 

Who  shall  sing  if  not  the  children,.  T. 82 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 294 

Why  is  it  that  the  little  child,   ..    2r)3 

Why  is  it  that  you  make  me  pack, 265 

Why  should  cold  or  ^tiirmy  weather, 144 

Will  you  come  to  our  Sunday-school,! 1 

With  joyful  lips  again  we  sing, . .     25 

Would  you  be  as  uigels  are, 28 

Yes,  dear  Sabbath-school,  I  love  thee, 1 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION 


Part  Second 


CONSISTING   OF 

I 


NEW  AND   POPULAR 

HYMNS  AND  SONGS. 


COMPILED    BY 

JEKEMLVH   JOHNSON,  Jr., 

8CPKRI5TE.NDENT  OF  LEE   ATESOB  SUNDAY  SCHOOL. 


NEW  YORK: 
A.    S.    BARNES    &    CO. 

51    <k  53    JOHX-STREET. 
1859. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  Eighteen  Hundred 
and  Fiftj'-eight, 

BY  JEREMIAH  JOHNSON,  Jr., 

In  the  Clerk's  0%e  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  Stales  for  the 

Southern  District  of  New  York. 


PREFACE. 

Since  the  publication  of  Part  First,  many- 
new  and  beautiful  Hymns  and  Tunes  have 
been  introduced  into  the  Sabbath-schools  of 
our  land.  It  has  been  the  object  of  the 
Compiler  to  -gather  together  and  publish  the 
newest  and  choicest  of  the  former,  in  a  con- 
venient form  for  the  use  of  the  many  scholars 
and  teachers  of  the  Lee  Avenue  Sunday- 
school.  In  this  collection  a  large  number 
of  devotional  Hymns  have  also  been  intro- 
duced ;  many  of  these  have  secured  a  hold 
upon  the  affections  of  the  Church,  and  been 
sung  by  Christians  for  ages.  Several  national 
and  secular  pieces  have  been  added ;  these, 
although  unsuitable  for  the  Sabbath-school 
room,  are  appropriate  for  celebrations,  pic- 
nics, <tc. 

Reference  has  been  had  to  the  want  expe- 
rienced by  the  school  for  a  more  extensive 


4  ^  PEEFAOE. 

variety  of  Temperance  Hymns  and  Songs,  to 
be  used  in  the  monthly  meetings  of  the 
Band  of  Hope,  and  some  of  the  choicest 
productions  of  our  most  eminent  poets  have 
been  inserted.  The  same  was  true  of  Hymns 
on  Benevolence  and  Moral  Reform  ;  this 
want  has  also  been  supplied. 

Chanting  having  been  successfully  intro- 
duced into  our  school,  a  variety  of  suitable 
Chants  have  been  introduced.  Many  beau- 
tiful selections,  principally  from  Scripture, 
will  be  found  near  the  close  of  the  collection, 

A  reference  to  the  book  and  the  page  on 
which  a  suitable  tune  can  be  found,  is  affixed 
to  almost  every  hymn ;  also  the  author's 
name,  where  the  same  could  be  definitely 
determined. 

The  Compiler  is  indebted  to  several  es- 
teemed friends  for  original  pieces  which  have 
never  before  appeared  in  print. 

J.  J.,  Jr, 

Jan.  1st,  1859. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION 

PART    II. 


"  MaJce  a  joyful  noise  unto  Him  with        ^ 
psalms.^'' — Psalin  95. 

American  VocrJist,  104. 

1  /^OME,  sound  his  praise  alaroad, 
Vj     And  hymns  of  glory  sing, 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  Lord, 

The  universal  King. 

Prai.<e  ye  the  Lord,  Alleluia, 
Praise  ye  the  Lord.  Alleluia, 
Alleluia,  Alleluia,  Alleluia, 
Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown. 

He  gave  the  seas  their  hound  ; 
The  wateiy  worlds  are  all  his  ovm, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

8  Come,  worship  at  his  throne. 
Come,  how  hefore  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice. 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 

And  own  our  gracious  God.  Watts. 


LEE    ATEXrE    OOLLECTIOX. 

Praise  to  tJi-e  Saviovr.  P.  M. 

Lce  Arenuo  S.  S.  Ciusket. 

1  1)  AISE  we  now  a  gladsome  measure, 
X\     To  oiu-  Saviour  King  ; 

While  each  bosom  throbs  with  pleasure, 

Loud  his  praises  sing. 
Sing  the  wondrous  love  of  Jesus, 
Sing,  till  all  the  earth  shall  hear  us ; 
Till  all  nations  join  the  chorus, 

Make  the  welkin  ring. 

2  Yes,  his  love  hath  kindly  spare*!  us, 

Through  the  passing  year  ; 
And  his  hand  hath  gently  led  us 

All  together  here  : 
With  a  new  extatic  feeling. 
Now  our  grateful  hearts  are  swelling. 
Of  that  love  we  would  be  telling  ; 

Telling  far  and  near. 

3  Lord,  accept  the  gift  we  offer, 

Low  before  thy  shrine  ; 
Take  the  willing  hearts  we  proffer. 

Make  thera  wholly  thine. 
Youthful  soldiers  of  the  army. 
Let  us  still  be  faithful  to  thee, 
Till  in  heaven  we  raise  befoie  thee 

Anthems  more  divine.     Sara  Hamilton 


3'-'- 1  will  2yrake  the  name  of  God  with  -p  ^ 
a  songy  ^  '  ^ 

Anniversary  Hymns,  57. 

LET  ever)'  heart  rejoice  and  sing  ; 
Let  choral  anthems  rise  ; 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  7 

Ye  reverend  men  and  children,  bring 

To  God  your  sacrifice  ; 
For  he  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

The  Lord  Jehovah  praise, 

While  the  rocks  and  the  rills, 
While  the  vales  and  the  hills, 

A  glorious  anthem  raise  ; 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song, 

And  tlie  God  of  our  fathers  praise. 

He  bids  the  sun  to  rise  and  set  ; 

In  heaven  his  power  is  known  ; 
And  earth,  subdued  to  him,  shall  yet 

Bow  low  before  his  throne  ; 
For  he  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways  ; 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud. 

The  Lord  Jehovah  praise.       Washburn. 


A         Praise  for  m-ercies  and  affile-  -.-.     s^ -\o 

Methodist  Hymns  and  Times,  318. 

1  T?OR  what  shall  I  praise  thee,  my  God  and  my 
r  King, 

For  what  blessings  the  tribute  of  gratitude  bring? 
Shall  I  praise  thee  for  pleasure,  for  health,  or 

for  ease. 
For  the  sunshine  of  youth,  for  the  garden  of 

peace  ? 

2  Shall  I  praise  thee  for  flowers  that  bloom  on  my 

breast, 
For  joys  in  prospective,  for  pleasures  possess'd? 


8  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

For  the  spirits  that  heighten"  d  my  days  of  delight. 
And  the  slumbers  that  fell  on  my  pillow  by  night  ? 

S  For  this  I  should  praise,  but  if  only  for  this, 
I  should  leave  half  untold  the  donation  of  Ijlis's  • 
I  thank  thee  for  sickness,  for  sorrow  and  care. 
For  the  thorns  I  have  gather'd,  the  anguish 
bear. 

4  For  nights  of  anxiety,  watching,  and  tears, 
A  present  of  pain,  a  prospective  of  fears, 

I  praise  thee,  I  bless  thee,  my  Lord  and  my  God. 
For  the  good  and  the  evil  thy  hand  hath  bestow'd. 

5  The  flowers  were  sweet,  but  their  fragrance  is 

flown, 
They  yielded  no  fruit,   they  are  wither' d  and 

gone  ; 
TTie  thorn  it  was  poignant ;  but  precious  to  m« 
Was  the  message  of  mercy — it  led  me  to  thee. 

Elizabeth  Fry. 


5^'^  1 2'^ress  towards  the  marlc  for  the  ^    o   » 
prize-  ''*^'- 

Plymouth  Collection,  310. 

1   DISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings; 
jX    Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Ftise  from  transitory  things. 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay  ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Eise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 


LEE    ATENUE    COLLECTION. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run. 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascendinic  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : ' 
Thus  a  soul,  new  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode,  / 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

8  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn  ; 
Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  the  Saviour  will  return, 

Triunjphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  }'ou  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  your  sorrows  left  below. 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

Cenxice,. 


/?  '■'■  What  are  those  soul-rev ixing    j    -.j. 

^'»  strains^  ' 

SabbRth-School  Minatrel,  136. 

1   1X7  HAT  are  those  soul-re^nving  strains 
IT    Which  echo  thus  from  Salem's  plains  ; 
What  anthems  loitd,  and  louder  still, 
So  sweetly  sound  from  Zion's  hill? 
Glory,  glory,  let  us  sing. 
While  heaven  and  earth  with  gloiy  ring, 
Hosanna  !  hosanna !  hosanna  to  the  Lamb  of  God  J 

'1  Lo  !  'tis  an  infant  chorus  sings 
Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings  : 
The  Saviour  comes  ! — and  babes  proclaim 
,  Salvation,  sent  in  Jesus'  name. 


10  LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION. 

3  Messiah'K  name  shall  joy  impart 
Alike  to  Jew  and  Gentile  heart : 
He  bled  f»>r  us,  he  bled  for  you, 
And  we  will  bing  hosaima  too. 

4  Proclaim  hosanna.s,  loud  and  clear  ; 
See  David's  Son  and  Lord  appear  ! 
All  praise  on  earth  to  him  be  j;iven. 
And  glory  shout  through  higliest  heaven. 

PuATTs  Collection. 


"  Blessed  is  lie  icTiose  transgression    ^  -.  j- 

is  forgiven^  '     ' 

Americnn  Vocalist,  100. 

1  C  ALVATION  !  Oh,  the  joyful  .sound  ! 
0     'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 

A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

Glory,  honor,  praise  and  power. 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  forever  ! 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer  ! 
Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord  ! 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  ari.se  by  grace  divine. 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around. 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound.        Watts. 


8, 


1  pR 


9, 


LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION.  11 

What  is  Prayer  ?  C.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  220. 

AYEE.  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Utter' d  or  unexpress'd  ; 
Tlie  motion  of  a  hidden  tire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  ou  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays  !" 

6  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

6  0  Thou  hy  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way  ! 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  ; 
Lord  !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

Montgomery. 

The  icorth  of  Prayer.  L.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  216. 

1   TXrHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
y  T    In  coming  to  the  mercy-seat ! 


13  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  piayei, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

U  Prayer  makes  tlie  darken' d  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  tiie  ladder  Jacob  saw. 
Gives  exercise  to  fciith  and  love. 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

Z  Picstraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight. 

Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  When  Closes  stood  with  arms  spi>ead  wide. 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side  ; 

But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail' d. 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?     Ah !  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your'fellow-crcature's  ear, 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be. 
"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 

COWPEIl. 


10 


T7ie  Preparation  oftTie  Heart.    C.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  140. 

1  T  OPiD,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 
JL     With  reverence  and  with  fear  ; 
Though  dust  and  ashes  in  thy  sight, 
We  may,  we  must  draw  near. 


LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION. 

2  God  of  all  grace,  we  bring  to  thee 

A  broken,  contrite  heart : 
Give,  what  thine  eye  delights  to  see, 
Truth  in  the  inward  part. 

3  Give  deep  humility  ;  the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give  ; 
A  strong,  desiring  confidence 
To  hear  thy  voice  and  live  ; — 

i  Faith  in  the  only  Sacrifice 
That  can  for  sin  atone  ; 
To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes 
On  Christ,  on  Christ  alone. 


i    I  Jesus^  Love.  II3. 

Anniversnry  Hymns,  Xo.  3,  page  R. 

1  TlOW  loving  is  Jesus 

Jl  Who  came  from  the  sky- 
In  tenderest  pity 
For  siimers  to  die  ; 
Hm  hands  and  his  feet  were  nail'd  to  the  tree, 
And  all  this  he  sufier'd  for  you  and  for  me. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah.     Amen. 

2  How  gladly  does  Jesus 
Free  pardon  impart. 
To  all  who  receive  him 
By  faith  in  their  heart 

Ko  evil  befalls  them,  their  home  is  above, 

And  Jesus  throws  round  them  the  arms  of  his  love. 

3.  How  precious  is  Jesus 
To  all  who  believe, 
And  out  of  his  fulness 
What  grace  they  receive  ! 


14  LEE    AYEXLE    COLLECTION. 

When  wea.k,  he  supports  them  ;  when  erring,  he 

guides ; 
And  every  thing  needful  lie  kindly  provides. 

4  Oh,  give  then  to  Jesus 

Your  earliest  days, 

They  only  are  blessed 

Who  walk  in  his  ways  ; 
In  life  and  in  death  he  will  still  he  your  friend, 
For  whom  Jesus  loves,  he  loves  to  the  end. 


12 


Child'' s  Communion  loitJi  Qhrist.   C.  M. 

Anniversary  IlyninB,  No.  S,  3. 

EAE.  Jesus  !  ever  at;  jny  side, 

How  loving  must'  thou  be  l 

To  leave  thy  home  in  heaven  to  guard 
A  little  child  like  me. 


^D 


2  Thy  beautiful  and  shining  face 

I  see  not,  though  so  near  ; 
The  sweetness  of  thy  soft  low  voice 
I  am  too  deaf  to  hear. 

3  I  cannot  feel  thee  touch  my  hand, 

With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
To  check  me,  as  my  mother  does 
Her  erring  little  child. 

4  But  I  have  felt  thee  in  my  thoughts, 

Fighting  with  sin  for  me  ; 
And  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 
The  sweetness  is  from  thee. 

5  And  when,  dear  Saviour  !  I  kneel  down 

Morning  and  night  to  prayer, 
Something  theie  is  within  my  heart 
Which  tells  me  thou  art  there. 


LEE    AVEXUE    COLLECTION.  15 

6  Yes,  when  I  pray,  thou  prayest  too — 
Thy  prayer  is  all  for  me  ; 
But  Avheii  I  sleep,  thou  sleepest  not. 

But  watchest  patiently.  Faber. 


13, 


The  Gospel  Ship.  C.  M. 

Revival  Melodies,  20. 


w 


Pray  tell  to  me  its  name  ; 
Our  vessel  is  the  Ark  of  God, 
And  Christ  our  captain's  name  ; 

Then  hoist  every  sail  to  catch  the  gale, 

Who  long  have  plied  the  oar  ; 
The  night  begins  to  wear  away, 
We  soon  shall  reach  the  shore. 

2  And  what's  the  port  you're  sailing  to  ? 

Pray  tell  us  all  straightway  ; 
The  New  Jerusalem's  the  port, 
The  realms  of  endless  day  ; 

3  Our  compass  is  the  Sacred  Word, 

Our  anchor  Blooming  Hope, 
The  Love  of  God  the  main-topsail, 
And  Faith  our  cable  rope  ; 

4  Heave  out  your  boat,  I,  too,  will  go, 

If  you  can  find  me  room  ; 
There's  room  for  you,  for  all  the  world — 
Make  no  delay  to  come  ; 

5  And  are  you  not  afraid  some  storm 

Your  bark  will  overwhelm  ? 
We  do  not  fear,  for  Christ  is  here, 
And  always  at  the  helm ; 


16  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

6  We've  look'd  astern,  through  many  a  storm 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through  ; 
We're  h)oking  now  aliead — and  lo  ! 
The  hind  appears  in  view  ; 

7  The  sun  is  up,  the  clouds  are  gone, 

The  heavens  above  are  clear  ; 
A  city  bright  appears  in  sight, 
We'll  soon  be  round  the  pier  ; 

8  And  when  we  all  are  landed  safe 

On  that  Celestial  Phain. 
Our  song  shall  be.  '•A\\jrthy  the  Lamb, 
For  rebel  sinners  slain  !" 

Wm.  S.  Edwards. 


"1  A-  Jesvs,  shall  ice  forget  f  C.  M. 

Linden  Harp,  62. 

1  TESUS  !  thy  love  shall  we  forget, 
cJ      And  never  bring  to  mind 

The  grace  that  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
And  bade  us  pardon  find  ? 

Onr  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid 

On  thee — alone  on  thee  ; 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransom  paid, 
Thine  all  the  glory  be. 

2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 

Thy  fastings  and  thy  prayer. 
Thy  locks  with  moimtain  vapors  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair  ? 

3  Gcthseraane,  can  we  forget 

Thy  struggling  agony, 
When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee  ? 


LEE    AYEXrE    COLLECTION.  17 

4  The  nails — the  spear — can  we  forget, 

The  agonizing  cry  : 
•'  My  God  !  my  Father  !  wilt  thou  let 
Thy  Son  forsaken  die  ?" 

5  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget, 

Our  kindred  cease  to  love  ; 
But  He  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 


15 


Longing  for  Christ.  8s. 

Plymouth  Collection,  S88. 

OW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When"  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ; 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers 

Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me  ; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay, 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  Content  with  beholding  His  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd. 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  : 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear. 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

3  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  Tliine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine. 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
2 


18  LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION. 

Oh,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 
Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 

Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

Newtox. 


16 


"  On  the  Cross:'       Ys,  6s,  &  i 

Reriral  Melodies,  6. 

1  'DEHOLD  !  hehold  !  the  Lamb  of  God, 
X)     On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  !  * 

For  you  he  shed  his  precious  blood, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 
Now  hear  his  all- important  cry, 
"  £loi  lama  sabacthani !" 
Draw  near  and  see  your  Saviour  die, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 

2  Behold  !  his  arms  extended  wide, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 
Behold  !  his  bleeding  hands  and  side, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 
The  sun  withholds  its  rays  of  light, 
The  heavens  are  clothed  in  shades  of  night, 
While  Jesus  doth  with  devils  fight, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 

3  Come,  sinners,  see  him  lifted  up. 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 
He  drinks  for  you  the  hitter  cup. 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 
To  heaven  he  turns  his  languid  eyes ; 
"  'Tis  finish" d  !"  now  the  conqueror  cries, 
Then  bows  his  sacred  head  and  dies, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 


LEE    AYEXrE    COLLECTION.  19 

4  'Tis  done  !  the  mighty  deed  is  done, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 
Th^  battle  fought,  the  A'ictory  won, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 
The  rocks  do  rend,  the  mountains  quake, 
While  Jesus  doth  atonement  make, 
While  Jesus  suffers  for  your  sake, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 

5  Where'er  I  go  I'll  tell  the  story 

Of  the  cross,  of  the  cross  ! 
In  nothing  else  my  soul  shall  glory, 

Save  the  cross,  save  the  cross  ! 
Yes,  this  my  constant  theme  shall  be. 
Through  time  and  in  eternity, 
That  Jesus  suffered  death  for  me, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 

6  Let  every  mourner  come  and  cling 

To  the  cross,  to  the  cross  ! 
Jjft  ev'ry  Christian  come  and  sing, 

Round  the  cross,  round  the  cross  ! 
Here  let  the  preacher  take  his  stand, 
And  with  the  Bible  in  his  hand, 
Proclaim  the  triumphs  of  the  Lamb, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 


-  1  Q 


The  King  of  Glory.  L.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  84. 

UR  Lord  is  nsen  from  the  dead  ; 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky  : 


20  LEE    AVENLE    COLLECTION. 

2  There  His  triumphant  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  :   . 
'•  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  !" 

3  Loose  all  your  hars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene  ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  His  right ; 
Keceive  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  gloiy  ?  who  ? 

The  Lord  that  all  our  foes  o'ergame  ; 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew — 
And  Jesus  is  the  Conqueror's  name. 

5  Lo  !  His  triumphant  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  !" 

6  *'  Who  is  the  King  of  glory?  who  ?" 

The  Lord,  of  glorious  power  possess'd  ; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too — 

God  over  all,  forever  blest !      C.  Wesley. 


i  O  Tlie  sweet  SaUath-Day.  lis. 

Annivcraary  Hymns,  No.  3,  8. 

1  A  GOD  !   to  thy  promise   our  hearts  humbly 
\J     cling, 
To  thine  altar  the  bloom  of  our  childhood  we 

bring ; 
We   seek   thee   right   early  —  our  guide   the  a 

shalt  be. 
All  the  years  of  that  youth  we  now  offer  to  theo. 


LEE   AYENUE    COLLECTION.  21 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  1     Hallelujah  to  th* 

Lamb  ! 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah  !     Amen  ! 

2  Thanks,   thanks  for  thy  "Word,   for   the   swee 

Sabbath-day, 
For  the  teachers  who  lead  us  in  wisdom's  glac 

way, 
Who  points  us  to  Jesus  so  ready  of  old, 
Young  children  like  us  in  his  arms  to  enfold. 

3  Should  life  be  continued  till  manhood  comes  on, 
Till  the  scenes  of  its  noontide  like  shadows  are 

gone, 
Still,  still  be  thou  near  us  to  help  and  defend, 
Till  like  sheaves  fully  ripe  to  the  grave  we  de- 
scend. 

4  Oh  !   grant  that  in  heaven,  earth's  labors  all 

done, 
The  voice  of  these  teachers  with  ours  may  be 

one, 
In  praise  unto  Him  in  whose  name  they  have 

taught. 
Whose   blood  flowing  freely  our  pardon  hath 

bought.  Key.  Asa  D.  Smith,  D.D. 


iQ       True  Hearts  at  Sunday- Sc'h9ol.     P.M. 

Sheet  Music 

Are— Few  days. 

1     AT  Sunday-school  you're  sure  to  find 
ix    True  hearts,  true  hearts  ; 
Our  teachers  all  are  good  and  kind, 
We  love  them  well. 


LEE    ATEXUE    COLLECTIO^T. 

They  teach  the  youth  that  gather  here, 

True  hearts,  true  hearts — 
The  right  to  love,  the  ^YrorJg  to  fear ; 
We  love  them  well. 

They  seek  for  our  salvation, 

True  hearts,  true  hearts  ; 

And  fight  sin's  usurpation — 

We  love  them  well. 
And  we  love  the  bells  sweet  ringing, 

Ding-dong,  ding-dong  ; 
And  we  love  the  cheerful  singing 
At  Sunday-school. 

Our  school  contains  a  friendly  band, 

True  hearts,  true  hearts  ; 
We've  brothers  here,  all  hand  in  hand, 

We  love  right  Avell  ; 
Our  hearts  are  knit  in  bonds  of  love, 

True  hearts,  true  hearts, 
As  on  we  march  to  worlds  above, 

We  love  right  well. 

With  song  and  shout,  o'er  hill  and  plain, 

True  hearts,  true  hearts. 
We  will  the  Sunday-school  maintain — 

We  love  it  well. 
From  East  and  West,  from  Korth  and  South, 

True  hearts,  true  hearts, 
Ijct  every  child  and  youth  come  forth 

To  Sunday-school. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTIOX.  23 

00  Sabbath  Morning. 

Sheet  Music. 
AiK — Prairie  Flower. 

1  AH !    the   Sabbath    morning !    beautiful    and 
U         blight, 

Joyfully  we  hail  its  golden  light, 

All  the  gloomy  shadows  chasing  fav  away, 
Bringing  us  the  pleasant  day. 

Day  calm  and  holy— day  nearest  Heaven, 

Day  which  a  Father's  love  has  given, 

Oh !    the    Sabbath   morning !    beautiful    and 

bright, 
Glad  we  hail  its  golden  light. 

2  All  the  days  of  labor  ended  one  by  one, 
Glad  are  we  the  six  days'  work  is  done  ; 
Glad  to  have  a  day  of  sweet  and  holy  rest, 
'Tis  the  day  that  God  has  blest. 

3  Let  us  spend  the  moments  of  this  holy  day, 
So  that  when  they  all  have  pass'd  away. 
Sweet  'twill  be  to  think,  the  quiet  Sabbath  even 
Brings  us  one  day  nearer  Heaven. 


21 


Sabbath  Scholars  Welcome.         P.  M. 

AtiniveiBftry  Hymns,  No.  3,  10. 

COME  with  us  to-day,  oh  !  come, 
Don't  delay,  don't  delay  ; 
To  the  Sabbath-school  our  home, 

Come,  ye  children,  haste  away  ; 
Come  while  yet  your  hearts  are  light, 

Join  our  thi-ong,  join  our  throng. 
And  unite,  with  true  delight. 
While  we  sing  our  cheerful  song. 


24  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

Hearts  so  light,  tempers  right, 

Let  us  join  the  chorus  ; 

Light  and  free  may  we  be, 

All  is  bright  before  us  ; 

Parents  dear,  with  us  here, 

By  their  presence  cheer  us  ; 
Swell  the  song,  swell  the  song, 
God  is  love. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  swell  the  song  of  gladness, 
Happily,  happily,  not  a  thought  of  sadness. 
Sing  aloud,  sing  aloud,  all  is  joy  and  gladness. 
Welcome  !  oh,  welcome !  oh,  welcome  here  ! 

2  Here  we  learn  the  way  of  truth. 

Teachers  dear,  teach  us  here  ; 
And  while  "in  the  days  of  youth," 

We  are  taught  the  Lord  to  fear ; 
On  the  holy  Sabbath-day, 

To  each  heart,  they  impart 
Words  of  truth  which  point  the  way 

To  the  world  of  joy  above. 
Come  away,  don't  delay. 

Come  in  youth's  bright  morning; 
Grace  divine,  let  it  shine, 

All  our  lives  adorning  ; 
Thus  we'll  strive,  all  to  live, 

Sin's  temptation  scorning. 


22, 


Pleasant  is  the  Sallath  Bell. 

Mudge's  S.  S.  Music  Book,  Oft. 

1  PLEASANT  is  the  Sabbath  bell— 
Jl      In  the  light,  in  the  light : 
fcieeming  much  of  jov  to  tell — 
In  the  light  of  God. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  25 

But  a  music  sweeter  far — 

In  the  liglit,  in  the  light : 
Breathes  wliere  angel-spiiits  are — 
In  the  light  of  God. 

Let  us  walk  in  the  light — 

Walk  in  the  light : 
Let  us  walk  in  the  light — 
In  the  light  of  God. 

2  Shall  we  ever  rise  to  dwell 
Where  immortal  praises  swell? 
And  can  children  ever  go 
Where  eternal  Sabbaths  glow  ? 

3  Yes,  that  bliss  our  own  maj'-  be  ; 
All  the  good  shall  Jesus  see  : 
For  the  good  a  rest  remains, 
Where  the  glorious  Saviour  reigns. 


23, 


^H 


Holy  Bidle,  well  I  love  thee  /      P.  M. 

AVilder's  Music  Book. 

OLY  Bible,  well  I  love  thee  ! 
Thou  didst  shine  upon  my  way, 
Like  the  glorious  sun  above  me, 
Turning  darkness  into  day. 

Just  as  the  sun  rolls  back  the  night, 
Breaking  forth  with  morning  ray, 
So  does  the  Bible's  spreading  light 
Chase  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

Holy  Bible,  mines  of  treasure 

In  thy  precious  folds  I  see  ; 
Earthly  good  would  know  no  measure, 

If  this  world  were  ruled  by  thee. 


26  LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION. 

3  Holy  Bible,  thou  wilt  cheer  me, 
When  I  lay  me  down  to  die  ; 
Christ  has  promised  to  be  near  me — 

Can*!  fear  when  he  is  niirh  ?     L.  Wilder. 


24 


"  The  Lord  is  my  Salvation^    7s  &  6s 

MuthodUt  Hymns  and  Tunos,  301. 

1  f^OD  is  my  strong  salvation, 
VJ  What  foe  have  I  to  fear  ? 
In  darkness  and  temptation,     , 

My  light,  my  help  is  near  : 

2  Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 

Firm  to  the  fight  I  stand  ; 
What  terror  can  confound  me, 
With  Grod  at  my  right  hand? 

3  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance, 

My  soul,  with  courage  wait ; 
His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 
When  faint  and  desolate  : 

4  His  might  thine  heart  shall  strengthen, 

His  love  thy  joy  increase  ; 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen, 
"  The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace." 

MONTGOirERY. 


O  pt  Christ  our  Hoi^e.  L.  M. 

American  Vocalist,  132. 

1  AUE  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 

U  Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  ; 
We  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  lean.  0  Jesus,  on  thy  name  : 

On  Christ  the  solid  rock  we  stand. 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 


LEE    AVEIS-UE    COLLECTION.  27 

2  When  darkness  veils  thy  lovely  face, 
We  rest  on  thy  unchanging  grace  ; 
In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 

Our  anchor  holds  within  the  veil. 

3  Thine  oath,  thy  covenant,  and  blood, 
Support  us  in  the  sinking  flood  ; 
When  every  earthly  prop  gives  way, 
Thou  then  art  all  our  hope  and  stay. 

4  When  the  last  awful  trump  shall  sound. 
Oh,  may  we  then  in  thee  be  found, 
Dress' d  in  thy  righteousness  alone, 
Faultless  to  stand  before  the  throne.      Kees. 


26, 


God  is  ever  Good.  6s,  53. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  No.  3,  12. 

1  CEE  the  shining  dew-drops, 
U     On  the  flowers  strew' d, 
Proving,  as  they  sparkle, 

"  God  is  ever  good." 

2  See  the  morning  sunbeams 

Lighting  up  the  wood. 
Silently  proclaiming, 
"  God  is  ever  good." 

3  Hear  the  mountain  streamlet, 

In  the  solitude, 
With  its  ripple  saying, 
"  God  is  ever  good." 

4  In  the  leafy  tree-tops, 

Where  no  fears  intrude, 
Merry  birds  are  singing, 
"  God  is  ever  good." 


28  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

5  Bring,  my  heart,  thy  tribute, 
Songs  of  gratitude. 
"While  all  nature  utters, 
"  God  is  ever  good," 


C^H"  Stand  up  for  Jesus  !  P.  K. 

Bradbury's  Muiicftl  Tract,  No.  1. 

1  CTAND  up  for  Jesus  !  All  who  lead  his  host ! 
\J  Crown' d  with  the  splendor-s  of  the  Holy  Ghost 
Shrink  from  no  foe,  to  no  temptations  yield, 
Urge  on  the  triumphs  of  this  glorious  field — 

Stand  up  for  Jesus  I 
Stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 
Stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

2  Stand  up  for  Jesus  !  Ye  of  every  name  ! 

All  one  in  prayer,  and  all  with  praise  aflame  I 
Forget  the  sad  estrangement  of  the  past. 
With  one  consent  in  love  and  peace  at  last — 

3  Stand  up  for  Jesus  !  Lo  !  at  God's  right  hand 
Jesus  himself  for  us  delights  to  stand ! 

Let  saints  and  sinners  wonder  at  his  grace  : 
Let  Jews  and  Gentiles  blend,  and  all  our  racc^ 


28 


Invocation  of  tlie  Spirit.  7 

Plymouth  CollectioD,  14.  ._ 

1  T  IGHT  of  life,  seraphic  fire,  ^* 

Jj     Love  divine,  thyself  impart ; 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 

Shine  in  every  drooping  heart : 
Every  mournful  sinner  cheer, 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  : 
Saviour,  Son  of  God,  appear  ! 

To  thy  human  temples  come. 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION".  29 

2  Come  in  tliis  accepted  hour  ; 

Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  : 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 

'J'ake  away  the  love  of  sin  : 
Nothing  more  can  we  require, 
We  will  covet  nothing  less  ; 
Be  thou  all  our  hearts'  desire, 
All  our  joy,  and  all  our  peace. 

C.  Weslrt. 


OG    "  TJioiu  hwiccst  that  I  loie  Tliccr   C.  M. 

'  Plymouth  CoUecticn,  VA. 

1  "no  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord  ? 
\j     Behold  my  heart,  and  see  ; 
And  turn  each  cm\sed  idol  out 

That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  la  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

3  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  '/ 

4  "Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  thy  name. 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  the  immortal  flame  ? 

5  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord  ; 

But  oh,  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

DODDRLDGH. 


30  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

OA  The  One  Petition.  CM 

Plymouth  Collection,  050. 

1  FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
J:    Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Let  this  petition  rise  ; 

2  "  Give  rae  a  calm,  a  thankful  hearty 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

o  "  Let 'the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 
My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 

Mrs.  Steele. 

0  "i  "  Lord.,  sate  us :  ice  perish.'^''  12s. 

Plymouth  Collection,  11. 

1  T\/'HEN  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest 

n       is  streaming. 
When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lightning  is 

gleaming, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seaman  to  cherish, 
-    We  fly  to  our  Maker — Help,  Lord,  or  we  perish! 

2  0  Jesus,  once  toss'd  on  the  breast  of  the  billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  thy  pillow, 
Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish, 
Who  cries,  in  his  danger,   Help,  Lord,  or  we 

perish ! 

3  And  oh,  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is  raging, 
When  hell  in  our  hearts  his  wild  warfare  is  wa- 
ging, 


LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION.  31 

Arise  in  thy  strength ,  thy  redeemed  to  cherish  ; 
Rebuke  the  destroyer — Help,  Lord,  or  we  perish ! 

Heber. 


32. 


Choose  Thou  for  me.  63. 

Shawm,  S40. 

1  'PHY  way,  not  mine,  0  Lord, 
JL   However  dark  it  be  ! 
Lead  me  by  thine  own  hand, 

Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 

2  I  dare  not  choose  my  lot : 

I  w-ould  not,  if  I  might ; 
Choose  thou  for  me,  my  God, 
So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

3  The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  thine  :  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  thine, 
Else  I  must  surely  stray. 

4  Take  thou  my  cup.  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill. 
As  best  to  thee  may  seem  ; 
Choose  thou  my  good  and  ilL 

5  Choose  thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health, 
Choose  thou  my  cares  for  me, 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 

6  Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  thou  my  guide,  my  strength, 
My  wisdom  and  my  all.  Bonab. 


3^4.;  LEE    AVENUE    COLLKOTIONT. 

Our  Guide.  8s  &  7^ 

Plymouth  CoIleetioD,  ?1». 

^ENTLY.  Lord,  oh.  gently  lead  us 
U     '111 


lirough  this  gloomy  vule  of  tcai-s, 

Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed  us, 

^f)     Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 

Oh,  refresh  us  vvith  thy  blessing, 

Oh,  refresh  us  with  thy  grace, 

]\Iay  thy  mercies,  never  ceasing, 

Fit  us  for  thy  dwelling-place. 

2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray,  * 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
L";id  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

3  In  th;>  hour  of  pain  and  nnguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

4  When  this  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest. 

Till  by  angel  hands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 

6  Then,  oh,  crown  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Through  the  triumphs  of  tliv  ju'r;t'v> ; 
Then  shall  praises  never  ceasii.^ 
Echo  through  thy  dwelling-place. 


O  A      2  ell  us  of  the  Jot/s  of  Heaven.  8s,  7^,  «k  7s. 

"     *  8hown».i<». 

Childrai. 
1  THELL  us  of  the  joys  of  heaven, 
o^  J.     Ye  who  know  a  Saviour'K  love  ; 


o 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

What  to  Christians  will  be  given 
J II  the  glorious  world  above. 

Teacher. 
Human  tongue  can  ne'er  declare 
All  that  they  inherit  there. 

2  Will  they  dwell  with  Christ  forever 

In  the  realms  beyond  the  tomb? 
And  will  he  be  absent  never  Q 

From  the  Christian's  final  home  ? 

They  with  Clirist  shall  ever  dwell, 
See  his  face,  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Will  they  see  the  Father's  glory 

Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face. 
While  they  sing  redemption's  story, 
In  that  holy,  happy  place  ? 

They  shall  see  tha,t  vision  blest, 
AVhen  they  enter  into  rest. 

4  Will  the  blessed  Holy  Spirit 

In  that  land  of  rest  be  known  ; 
And  will  they  his  love  inherit, 
As  they  stand  around  the  throne  ? 

All  who  now  his  voice  obey, 
Shall  behold  his  heavenly  ray. 

6  Will  not  death,  or  night,  or  anguish, 
In  th'at  happy  land  be  found  ? 
And  will  none  in  sorrow  languish, 
Where  the  healing  waves  abound? 

Sickness,  sorrow,  darkness,  pain, 
Never  will  admittance  gain. 
3 


34  I.r.E    ATEXUE    COLLECTION. 

6  Lead  us,  then,  to  that  salvation, 
Where  the  living  waters  flow  ; 
Guide  us  to  that  heavenly  station, 
For  the  way  full  well  ye  know. 

All  these  blessings  they  receive, 
"Who  in  Jesus  Christ  believe. 


35 


^H 


The  Royal  Proclamation.  P.  M. 

Aniericnn  Voceliit,  S90. 

EAK  the  ro)'al  proclamation,  * 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Publishing  to  every  creature, 
To  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature  : 

Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious, 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns ! 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying  : 
"Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  offer' d  by  the  Saviour. 

8  "  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy  ; 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly  ; 
Turn,  or  you  are  lost  foiever  : 
Oh,  now  turn  to  God  the  Saviour. 

4  "  Here  is  Avine  and  milk  and  honey  ; 
Come  and  purchase  without  iVioney  ; 
Mercy  flowing  like  a  fountain. 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain?" 

5  Now  our  hearts  have  caught  new  fii-e  ; 
Brethren,  raise  your  voices  higher  ; 


LEE   AVEXrE    COLLECTION.  85 

Shout  with  joyful  acclamation 
To  the  King  of  our  salvation. 

6  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation  ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  Prince  of  Zion. 

7  Shout,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  hath  purchased  our  redemption  ; 
Angels,  shout  the  pleasing  story, 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory. 


36, 


Kone  Wee  Jes^is.  P.  M. 

Madge's  S.  S.  SIubic  Book,  51. 

Boys.  — Who  came  from  heaven  to  ransom  me  ? 
Girls. — Jesus,  who  died  upon  the  tree. 

CHORUS. 

All. Oh  !  who's  like  Jesus,  He  died  on  the  tree, 

p.  J    J  He  died  for  you,  He  died  for  me, 
■  I  He  died  to  set  poor  sinners  free  ; 
All. Oh  !  who's  like  Jesus,  He  died  on  the  tree. 

2  Why  did  he  come  from  heaven  above  ? 
He  came  because  his  name  was  ''Love." 

3  And  did  he  die— the  Son  of  God  ? 
Yes,  on  the  cross  he  shed  his  blood. 

4  Why  did  my  Lord  and  Saviour  bleed  ? 
That  we  from  evil  might  be  freed. 

5  Christ  is  the  weary  sinner's  home — 
Oh,  let  us  come  !  oh,  let  us  come ! 


36  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION, 

3hr    ''  lie  liath  home  our  griefs,  and    r.    t  ^ 
•  •  carried  our  sorrows. 

Jolilec,  2t8. 

1  T  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

A     The  spotless  L;vnib  of  God  ; 
He  bears  them  all  and  tVecs  us 
From  the  accursed  load. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus, 

All  fulness  dwells  in  him  : 
He  healcth  my  diseases. 
He  doth  my  soul  redeem.  - 

3  I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 
He  from  them  all  releases. 
He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild  ; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 
The  Father's  holy  child. 

6  I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  witli  saints  his  praises, 

To  learn  the  angels'  song.        EoNAtt. 


QQ  '•'■I  will  never  leave  thee,  nor  forsalce  ,, 


thee: 

ri\-mouth  Collection,  J80- 

OW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said  ? 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 


^H 


LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION.  37 

2  "  Fear  not ;  I  am  with  thee ;  oli,  be  not  dismay'd ; 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  Avill  still  give  thee  aid  ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  the« 

to  stand, 
Upheld  hy  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  ' '  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  path  vray  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all  sufficient  shall  be  tliy  supply  ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine, 

4  '*  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  ^Yill  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to 

shake, 
I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake." 

KlRKHAM. 


Q  Q    ''  This  do  in  rememhrancc  of  mey  8s  &;  7b. 

American  Vocalist,  174. 

1    TESUvS  spreads  his  banner  o'er  ns, 
fj     Cheers  our  famish' d  souls  with  food, 
He  the  banquet  spreads  before  us, 

Of  his  mystic  flesh  and  blood. 
Precious  banquet  ;  bread  of  heaven  ; 

Wine  of  gladness,  flowing  free  ; 
May  we  taste  it,  kindly  given, 

In  remembrance,  Lord,  of  thee. 


(} 


In  thy  holy  incarnation, 

When  the  angels  sang  thy  birth 
In  thy  fasting  and  temptation  ; 

In  thy  labors  on  the  earth  ; 
In  thy  trial  and  rejection  ; 

In  thy  sufferings  on  the  tree  ; 


88  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

In  thy  gloi'ions  resurrection  ; 
May  we,  Lord,  remember  thee. 


40. 


Tlie  Godly  Child.  C.  M. 

Plymouth  Collootion,  223. 

Y  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 
How  sweet  tlie  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod  ; 
"Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  0  Thou  whose  infant  feet  were  found 

Within  thy  Father's  shrine, 
Whose  years,  with  changeless  virtue  crown' d, 
Were  all  alike  divine, — 

6  Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone. 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own.  Hebbe. 


41. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  39 


Humility.  P.  M. 


1  HTHE  bird  that  soars  on  highest  wing, 

1     Builds  on  the  ground  her  lowly  nest : 
And  she  that  doth  most  sweetly  sing, 

Sings  in  the  shade  when  all  things  rest : 
— In  lark  and  nightingale  we  see 
What  honor  hath  humility. 

2  When  Mary  chose  the  better  part, 

She  meeldy  sat  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
And  Lydia's  gently  open'd  heart 

Was  made  for  God's  own  temple  meet ; 
— Fairest  and  .best  adorn'd  is  she 
Whose  clothing  is  humility. 

3  The  saint  that  v,-ears  heaven's  brightest  crown, 

In  deepest  adoration  bends  ; 
The  weight  of  gloiy  weighs  him  down 

Then  most  when  most  his  soul  ascends  ; 
— Nearest  the  throne  itself  must  be 
The  footstool  of  humility.  Montgomery. 


42. 


^B 


Tlie  Boole  of  Grace.  P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  No.  3,  17. 

OOK  of  grace,  and  book  of  glory  ! 
Gift  of  God  to  age  and  youth  ; 
Wondrous  is  thy  sacred  story — 
Bright,  bright  with  truth. 

2  Book  of  love  !  in  accents  tender, 
Speaking  unto  such  as  we  ; 
May  it  lead  us,  Lord,  to  render 
All.  all  to  the. 


40  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

3  Book  of  hope  !  the  spirit,  sighing, 

Consolation  finds  in  thee, 
As  it. hears  the  Saviour  crying, 
"  Come,  come  to  me." 

4  Book  of  peace  !  when  nights  of  sorrow 

Fall  upon  us  drearil)'. 
Thou  wilt  brinr  a  shining  morrow. 
Full,  full  of  lliee. 

5  Book  of  life  !  when  we,  reposing, 

Bid  farewell  to  friends  we  love, 
Give  us,  for  the  life  then  closing, 
Life,  life  above. 


AQ  Faith^  Hoi^e^  and  Love. 

Amerifan  VocfJIst,  10& 

1  TI7AKE,  Faith,  and  Hope,  and  Love, 

IT      Awake  with  threefold  power, 
To  hail  the  blessings  from  above 
In  this  auspicious  hour  ! 
Praise  ve  the  Lord, 

Hallelujah ! 
Praise  ve  the  Lord, 
Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  !  Hallelnjali 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 

2  Wake,  Faith  of  ancient  time. 

That  ask'd,  and  not  in  vain. 
Till  modern  Pentecost  sublime 
Shall  thrill  Columbia's  plain  ! 

3  Wake,  Hope  with  sweeter  strain, 

Which  prophets  sung  before. 
Till  God  shall  come  from  Eastern  Maine 
To  California's  shore ! 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  41 

Wake,  Love  for  all  our  race, 

1"he  Love  that  Jesus  spread, 
Till  all  shall  shout  on  earth's  round  face, 

"  A  rising  from  the  dead  !" 

Wake,  Faith,  and  IToi?e,  and  Love, 

With  threefold  cheering  ray, 
Till  God's  own  favoring  smiles  shall  prove 

The  bright  millennial  day  ! 

Ik.  E.  Levering. 


44 


WhaVs  the  Mws  ?  8s  &  3s. 

Anniversarj'  Hymns,  No.  2, 19. 

1  TXTHENE'ER  we  meet,  you  always  say, 

YY      What's  the  news?  What's  the  news? 
Pray,  what's  the  order  of  the  dav  ? 

What's  the  nevrs?  What's  the' news? 
Oh,  I  have  got  good  news  to  tell ! 
My  Saviour  has  done  all  things  well, 
Arid  triumph' d  over  death  and  hell — 

That's  the  news  !  That's  the  news  ! 

2  The  Lamb  was  slain  on  Calvary — 

That's  the  news  !  That's  the  news  I 
To  set  a  world  of  sinners  free — 

That's  the  news  !  That's  the  news  ! 
'Twas  there  his  precious  blood  was  shed, 
'Twas  there  he  bovv'd  his  sacred  head  ; 
But  now  he's  risen  from  the  dead — 

That's  the  news  !  That's  the  news  ! 

8  To  heaven  above  the  Conqueror's  gone,  &c. 
He's  pass'd  triumphant  to  the  throne,  &c. 
And  on  that  throne  he  will  remain 
Until,  as  Judge,  he  com.es  again, 
Attended  by  a  dazzling  train,  &c. 


42  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

4  His  work's  reviving  all  around,  &c. 
And  many  have  redemption  found,  &c. 
And  since  their  souls  have  caught  the  flame, 
They  shout  hosanna  to  his  name  ; 

And  all  around  they  spread  his  fame,  &c. 

5  The  Lord  has  pardon'd  all  my  sin,  &c. 
I  feel  the  witness  now  within,  &c. 
And  since  he  took  my  sins  away, 

And  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 
I'm  happy  now  from  day  to  day,  &c. 

6  And  Christ  the  Lord  can  save  you  now,  &c. 
Your  sinful  hearts  he  can  renew,  &c. 

This  moment,  if  for  sins  you  grieve. 
This  moment,  if  you  do  believe, 
A  full  acquittal  you'll  receive,  &c. 

7  And  then,  if  any  one  should  say, 

What's  the  news?  What's  the  news? 
Oh,  tell  them  you've  begun  to  pray, 

That's  the  news  !  That's  the  news  ! 
That  you  have  join'd  the  conquering  band, 
And  now  with  joy  at  God's  command. 
You're  marching  to  the  better  land,  &c. 


45, 


1^ 


"  What  sh-all  a  man  give  in  <^-     n  yi 
change  for  his  souV  '     ' 

Plymouth  Collection,  140.  { 

HAT  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price 


The  whole  creation  round  ? 
That,  which  was  lost  in  Paradise, 
That,  which  in  Christ  is  found. 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  43 

2  The  soul  of  man — Jehovah's  breath  ! 

That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife  ; 
Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death  ; 
Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 

3  And  is  this  treasure  borne  below 

In  earthly  vessels  frail  ? 
Can  none  its  utmost  value  know 
Till  flesh  and  spirit  fail  ? 

4  Then  let  us  gather  round  the  Cross, 

This  knowledge  to  obtain, 
Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss, 
But  everlasting  gain.  Moktgomery. 


46, 


Mercy  for  the  Chief  of  Sinners.         7s. 

Plymonth  Collection,  110. 

1  "TjEPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
xJ  Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace, 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  foce  ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls, 
Grieved  hioi  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Kindled  his  relentings  are. 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare  ; 
Cries,  "How  shall  I  give  thee  up?" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows  his  wounds  and  spreads  his  hands  1 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel  ; 

Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  stilL 


44  LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION. 

6  Jesus,  answer  from  above, 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  ■ 
Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget? 
Suffer  me  to  kiss  thy  feet  ? 

G  Now  incline  me  to  repent ! 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament ! 
Now  my  soul's  revolt  deplore  ! 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

C.  Vv''e3i.ky. 


47 


Thy  2^cople  shall  le  my  people^  and    r, 
thy  God  my  God,:'  '^- 

Plymoutli  CoUectiOD,  1h%. 

1  PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 

X      I  have  sought  the  world  around  ; 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod. 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns — 

Turns  a  fugitive  unbless'd  ;  . 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns. 
Oh,  receive  me  into  rest. 

8  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore  ; 
Your  Picdeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more  ; 

Every  idol  I  resign.  Montgomery. 


LEE    AYEXTJE    COLLECTION.  45 

A_0  '' Lost,  lut  found:'  S.  M. 

Plymouth  CoUoction,  196. 

1  T  WAS  a  wandering  sheep  ; 
X.    I  did  not  love  the  fold  ; 

I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice  ; 
I  would  not  be  controll'd. 

2  I  was  a  wayward  child  ; 

I  did  not  love  my  home  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice  ; 
I  loved  afar  to  roam, 

3  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep  ; 

The  Father  sought  his  child  ; 
They  follow'd  me  o'er  dale  and  hill, 
O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 

4  They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famish' d,  and  faint,  and  lone  : 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love  ; 
They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

5  I  was  a  wandering  sheep  ; 

I  would  not  be  controll'd  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice  ; 
I  love,  I  love  his  fold. 

6  I  was  a  wayward  child  ; 

I  once  preferred  to  roam  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  his  home.  Bosar. 


46  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION^. 

A  Q  Divine  Mercy.  lis. 

Plymonth  Collection,  230. 

1  H'^HY  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my  song, 
X    The  joy  of  my  heart  and  the  boast  of  my 

tongue ; 
Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last. 
Hath  won  my  affections  and  bound  my  soul  f.ust. 

2  Without  thy  sweet  mercy  I  could  not  live  here  ; 
Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair  : 
But  through  thy  free  goodness  my  s»)irits  revive, 
And  he  that  first  made  me  still  keeps  me  alive. 

3  Tliy  mercy  is  more  than  a  match  for  my  heart, 
Which  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness  depart ; 
Dissolved  by  thy  goodness  I  fall  to  the  ground, 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  found. 

4  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day, 

To  the  poor  and  the  needy  who  knock  by  the  Avay; 
No  sinner  shall  ever  be  empty  sent  back, 
Who  comes  seeking  mercy  for  Jesus' s  sake. 

5  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell  ; 
Its  glories  I'll  sing  and  its  wonders  I'll  tell  ; 
'Twas  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on  the  tree, 
That  open'd  the  channel  of  mercies  to  me. 

6  Great  Father  of  mercies  !  thy  goodness  I  own, 
And  the  cov'nant  of  love  in  thy  crucified  Son  ; 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  whose  witness  divine 
Seals  mercy,  and  pardon,  and  righteousness  mine. 

Whitefield. 


60 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  47 

ConverW  Welcome.  8s  &  7s. 

Sunday-School  HannoniBt,  156. 

1  /^OME,  5'e  converts,  come  and  welcome  ; 
\J    All  the  saints  are  saying,  come  ; 
Joyfully  we  now  receive  yon 

To  the  church,  your  future  home  ; 

Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome, 
In  our  hearts  there  yet  is  room. 

2  Stay  no  longer,  stay  no  longer. 

From  your  blessed  Saviour's  fold  ; 
Come,  dear  youth,  ye  Iambs  of  Jesus, 

He  himself  hath  bid  you  come  ; 
"With  his  people,  with  his  people, 
Join  yourselves,  and  be  at  home. 

3  Now  accept  the  pledge  we  give  you, 

While  our  hands  with  yours  we  join  ; 
While  our  hearts  unite  together 
In  the  bonds  of  love  divine  ; 
Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 
May  we  all  henceforth  be  thine. 

4  Now  the  vows  of  God  are  on  you — 

Be  the  slaves  of  sin  no  more  ; 
Oh,  be  humble,  holy,  faithful, 

Till  the  toils  of  life  are  o'er  ; 

Then,  dear  brethren,  then,  dear  sisters, 
May  we  meet  on  Canaan' s  shore  ! 


51 


Conner Vs  Farewell.  P.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  392. 

1  "P  ARE  WELL,  dear  friends,  I  may  not  stay  ; 
JL   The  home  I  seek  is  far  away  ; 


48  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

Where  Christ  is  not  I  cannot  be — 
This  land  is  not  the  land  for  me. 
This  world  is  not  my  home, 
This  world  is  not  my  home  ; 
This  world  is  all  a  wilderness — 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

2  I've  found  the  winding  path  of  sin 
A  rugged  path  to  travel  in  ; 
Beyond  the  chilly  waves  I  see 

The  land  my  Saviour  bought  for  me. 

3  Praise  be  to  God,  our  hope  on  hfgh  ; 
The  angels  sing,  and  so  will  I ; 
Where  seraphs  bow  and  bend  the  knee, 
Oh,  that's  the  land — the  land  for  me. 


52 


TlieyWe  coming  Home.  P.  M. 

American  Vocalist,  !82. 

1  nPHE  day  has  come,  the  joyful  day, 
X     At  last  the  day  has  come, 
That  saints  and  angels  joy  display 

O'er  sinners  coming  home. 
They  are  coming  home, 
They  are  coming  home. 
Behold  them  coming  home  ! 

2  The  saints  of  God  fresh  courage  take, 

Are  strong  in  conquering  prayer  ; 
The  hosts  of  hell  with  terror  shake, 
While  God  displays  his  power. 

3  How  beautiful  on  mountain's  top  (jf 

The  herald's  feet  appear  ; 
While  tidings,  blessed  tidings  drop, 
The  broken  heart  to  cheer. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  49 

4  T{>  all  the  region  round  about, 
The  news  has  swiftly  flown, 
That  sinners  deep  in  guilt  have  sought 
And  found  what  others  spurn. 


go  EappyDay.  P.M. 

•  Miid?e'8  S.  S.  Music  Book,  2. 

1  pOME  all  who  would  to  glory  go, 
\J  And  leave  this  world  of  sin  below, 
Forsake  your  sins  without  delay, 
Believe,  and  you  shall  win  the  day. 

Happy  day,  happy  day. 
When  Jesus  wash'd  my  sins  away ! 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day  ; 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Jesus  wash'd  my  sins  away  ! 

2  Oh,  do  not  longer  tarry  here. 
And  live  in  sin  and  dark  despair  ; 
There  is  for  you  a  better  wa3% 

In  which  you  all  may  win  the  day. 

3  And  if  your  conflicts  are  severe, 
And  you  have  many  trials  here, 
You  only  need  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  onward  press  to  win  the  day. 

4  In  glory  now  the  Saviour  waits, 
And  opens  wide  the  pearly  gates  ; 
He  stands  and  beckons  you  away  ; 
Go  on,  and  you  will  win  the  day. 

5  And  when  you  reach  the  realms  above, 
Where  all  is  harmony  and  love, 
Then  yon  shall  join  the  heavenly  lay, 
And  sing  and  shout  "  I've  won  the  dav.' 

4 


50  LEE    ATENL'E    COLLECTION. 


54 


Come  and  Welcome.  P.  M. 

Annirersary  Hymn  Book,  No.  8,  15. 

1  AH,  come,  childien,  come  to  the  Saviour  to-day, 
\j  Come,  for  all  things  are  ready,  oh,  haste  ye 

away. 
Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome, 
Come  and  welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 
Come  and  welcome  to  Jesus,  nor  longer  delay. 

2  He  invites  you  to  come,  to  his  words  now  attend. 
He  calls  you  in  love — he's  the  children's  best 

Friend. 
Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome. 
Come  and  welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome. 
Come  and  welcome  to  Jesus,  the  children's  kind 

friend. 

3  He  died  that  the  souls  of  the  children  might  live, 
He  lives  now  in  glory  their  prayers  to  receive. 
Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome, 

Come  and  welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  Avelcome, 
Come  and  welcome  to  Jesus,  repent  and  believe. 

4  The  Spirit  says,  "  Come,"  his  gentle  voice  hear. 
To-day  pray  for  pardon  while  Jesus  is  near. 
Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome, 

Come  and  welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 
Come  and  welcome  to  Jesus,  while  he  is  so  near. 


55. 


'H 


The  Voice  from  Heaven.  P.  M. 

Wuters'  S.  S.  Music  Book. 31. 

\st  Divmon  of  the  School,  or  Class. 

A.RK  !  a  voice  !  a  heavenly  voice  ! 
Floating  lightly,  lightly  by  ! 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  51 

"  Come  to  Jesus,  and  rejoice  : 
Live  with  him  on  high  !" 

2d  Division. 
Yes  !  we  come  !  to  Jesus  come  ; 

For  our  Saviour,  Saviour  dear, 
Soon  will  call  us  to  his  home, 
Free  from  every  fear. 

\_Repeat  \st  Div.  in  full  chorus.'] 

Hark  !  a  voice  !  a  heavenly  voice  ! 

Singing  sweetly,  sweetly  now  : 
*'  "lis  the  horn-  to  malve  thy  choice  ; 

Come  !  to  Jesus  bow  !" 

Jesus'  love — worth  more  than  gold 
Dug  from  out  the  richest  mines — 

Jesus'  love,  like  wealth  untold, 
Round  the  heart  entwines. 

Hark  !  a  voice  !  a  heavenly  voice  ! 

Hear  it !  sounding  through  the  land  : 
*'  Souls  on  earth  make  heaven  rejoice 

Who  for  Jesus  stand." 

Jesus  !  take  us  in  thine  arms  ; 

Suffer  that  we  come  to  thee  : 
"With  thy  blessing,  earthly  harms 

From  our  path  will  flee. 

C.  Hatch  Smith,  A.  M. 


56.  Pilgrim  Band.  P.M. 

Mudge'a  Sunday-School  Music  Book,  33. 

1   /^OME,  little  soldiers,  join  in  our  band, 

\J  March  for  the  kingdom,  our  promis'd  land  ; 
Fearless  of  danger,  onward  we  roam  ; 
Jesus  our  leader  is,  soon  we'll  be  home. 


52  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

We're  a  little  pilgrim  band, 
Guided  by  a  Saviour' s  band  ; 
Soon  we'll  reach  our  fatherland, 
No  more  to  roam. 

2  Hark  to  the  voices  bidding  lis  come  ! 
Angels  rejoicing,  beckon  us  home  : 

No  more  shall  sadness  or  sorrow  oppress  ; 
Come,  little  pilgrim  band,  there  we  shall  rest. 

3  Soon  we  shall  never  know  sorrow  more. 
But  blest  forever,  God's  love  shall  share; 
Soon  we  shall  see  him  in  his  blest  home, 
Ever  still  praising  him  ages  to  come. 


5  7 .      T^^^  ^^y  ^^^f^  ^  Pilgrim  !     6s  &  53. 

Beethoven  Collection,  200. 

1  TAKE  thy  staff,  0  pilgrim  ! 
JL  Haste  thee  on  thy  way  ; 
Let  the  morrow  find  thee 

Farther  than  to-day. 
If  thou  seek  the  city 

Of  the  Golden  Street, 
Pause  not  on  thy  pathway, 

Rest  not  weary  feet.  ^ 

In  the  heavenly  journey. 

Press  with  zeal  along — 
Eesting  will  but  weary,  -> 

Ptunning  make  thee  strong. 

2  "Wings  that  eagles  carry, 

Rear  them  in  their  flight ; 
So  thy  burden  bears  thee — 
Surely  then  'tis  light ! 


LEE   AYENUE    COLLECTION.  53 

Haste,  it  hath  been  told  thee — 

All  things  are  thine  own  ; 
Pass  the  pearly  portals, 

Stand  before  the  throne. 
Here  tliy  journey  endeth. 

Here  thy  staff  lay  down, 
Enter  here  thy  mansion. 

Here  receive  thy  crown  ! 

TUEODORE  TiLTON. 


XO         '■'■  Escape  to  the  Mountain. ^^  12s. 

Plymouth  Collection,  379. 

1  T'HE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  ' '  Escape  to  the 
X        mountain!" 

For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  hath  open'd  a  foun- 
tain ; 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  so  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  bought  us  a 

pardon  ; 
We'll  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over 
Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  the  Saviour  repair  ; 
Now  He  calls  you  in  mercy  ;  and  can  you  forbear  ? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a 

mountain. 
His  blood  can  remove  them ;  it  flows  from  the 
fountain. 

3  Now  Jesus,  our  King,  reigns  triumphantly  glo- 

rious ; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell  He  is  more  than  victo- 
rious ; 


54  LEE   ATENUE    COLLECTION. 

"With  shouting  proclaim  it  ;     0    trust  in  His 

passion ; 
He  saves  us  most  freely  ;  0  precious  salvation  ! 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand,  having  gain'd  the  blest 

shore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  Him 

the  more  ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of  the 

river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  ever. 

'TUORXBY. 


59, 


(9A,  hirn  ye!  lis. 

Revival  Melodies,  28. 

1  AH,  turn  ye,  oh,  turn  ye  !  for  why  will  you  die, 
V/   When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh  ? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you  ;  the  Spirit  says,  Come  ; 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away ! 
Come  wretched,   come   starving,   come  just  as 

you  be. 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive  ; 
Oh,  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  Avhy  will  you  not  come  ? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome  ;   he  bids  you  come 

home. 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  55 

4  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  aud  the  Saviour  your 

heart, 
And,  trusting  in  Heaven,  we  never  shall  part : 
Oh,  how  can  we  leave  you?  why  will  you  not 

come  ? 
"We'll  journey  together  and  soon  be  at  home. 


60, 


We  are  passing  away.  L.  M. 

1  npO-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  \«oice, 

J.   Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice  ; 

Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 

Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no? 
We  are  passing  away. 
To  the  great  judgment-day  ! 

2  Ye  wandering  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest  ? 

Will  you  be  saved  from  sin  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  ? 

3  Come  now,  dear  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Leave  all  your  sports  and  glittering  toys, 
Come,  share  wuth  us  eternal  joys  ; 

Or,  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell  ? 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell ! 

5  Once  moi-e  we  ask  you,  in  his  name. 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same, 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

KE^•T's  Collection. 


56  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 


61 


The  Test.  7s. 

Plymouth  Collection,  268. 

1  TTAPiK  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ! 
XI  'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word  ! 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee, 
"Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me? 

2  *'  Mine  is  an  unclianging  love. 
Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  a»d  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

3  "  Thou  shalt  see  My  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  faith  is  done — 
Partner  of  My  throne  shalt  be  : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me?" 

4  Lord  !  it  is  my  chief  complaint. 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint  ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore  : 

Oh,  for  grace  to  lov-e  thee  more  !     Cowpkr. 


aC)        The  Midday  Hour  of  Prayer.      CM. 

Plj-mouth  CoUeotion,  190. 

1  TESUS,  this  midday  hour  of  prayer 
fj      We  consecrate  to  thee ; 
Forgetful  of  each  earthly  care, 

We  would  thy  glory  see. 

2  We  come  thy  presence  to  implore  ; 

0  teach  us  how  to  pray  ! 
Impart  to  us  thy  Spirit's  power, 
Thy  saving  grace  display. 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  57 

3  Baptize  with  energy  Divino 

The  contrite  soul  afresh  ; 
0  bow  the  stubborn  will  to  thine, 
And  give  the  heart  of  flesh. 

4  Unite  our  hearts,  unite  our  tongues, 

In  lofty  praise  to  thee, 
Accept  the  tribute  of  our  songs, 
Thou  Holy  One  in  Three. 

Mrs.  Phoebe  II.  Brown. 


63, 


^F 


The  Midday  Prayer  Meeting.       C.  M. 

Anniversiiry  Hynins,  No,  2, 1. 

ROM  busy  toil  and  heavy  care 
We  turn  the  weary  mind, 
And  in  the  place  of  noontide  prayer 
Our  sanctuary  find. 

The  midday  hour,  the  noontide  hour. 

It  is  the  hour  of  prayer  ; 
Our  souls  receive  renewing  power, 
For  Jesus  meets  us  there. 

2  The  voice  that  still' d  the  stormy  waves 

On  distant  Galilee, 
Speaks  once  again,  and  at  the  sound 
Retires  another  sea. 

3  Tlie  restless  waves  of  care  and  strife 

Obey  the  mighty  voice  ; 
Peace  broods  the  quiet  waters  o'er, 
And  all  our  souls  rejoice. 

4  These  heaven-bright  hours  too  soon  are  past, 

Grant,  Lord,  this  greater  boon  : 
A  place  where  worship  never  ends, 

Nor  night  succeeds  to  noon.     Miss  Hart. 


58  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

nA  Life's  Harvest.  7s  &  6s. 

Xew  Lute  of  Zion. 

1  TJO  !  reapers  of  Life's  Harvest, 
Xl     Why  stand  with  rusted  blade, 
Until  the  night  draws  round  thee, 

And  day  begins  to  fade  '( 
Why  stand  ye  idle,  waiting 

For  reapers  more  to  come? 
The  golden  morn  is  passing  : 

Why  sit  ye  idle,  dumb  ? 

2  Thrust  in  your  sharpen'd  sickfe, 

And  gather  in  the  grain  ; 
The  nigiit  is  fast  approaching, 

And  soon  will  come  again. 
Thy  Master  calls  for  reapers, 

And  shall  he  call  in  vain? 
Shall  sheaves  lie  there  ungather'd, 

And  waste  upon  the  plain  ? 

3  Come  down  from  hill  and  mountain, 

In  morning's  ruddy  glow, 
Nor  Avait  until  the  dial 

Points  to  the  noon  below  ; 
And  come  with  the  strong  sinew, 

Nor  faint  in  heat  or  cold  : 
And  pause  not  till  the  evening 

Draws  round  its  wealth  of  gold. 

4  Mount  up  the  heights  of  Wisdom, 

And  crush  each  error  low  ; 
Keep  back  no  words  of  knowledge 

That  human  hearts  should  know. 
Be  faithful  to  thy  mission, 

In  service  of  thy  Lord  ; 
And  then  a  golden  chaplet 

Shall  be  thy  just  reward. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  59 


^  Song  of  the  Little  Givers.  7s. 

*  Little  Singer,  181. 

1  T  riTLE  givers  !  come  and  bring 
Xj  Ti-ibiite  to  your  heavenly  King  ; 
Lay  it  on  the  altar  high, 

Wiiile  your  songs  ascend  the  sky. 
Little  Givers  !  do  your  part, 
AVith  a  glad  and  willing  heart, 
For  the  angel  voices  say, 
Little  Givers  !  give  to-day. 

2  To  the  dead  the  Gospel  give, 
Bid  themjoyons  wake  and  live  ; 
Send  it  to  the  poor  and  blind. 
That  its  light  may  fill  the  mind ; 
Weak  and  feeble  souls  are  strong, 
When  they  hear  redemption's  song, 
And  the  lost  in  bliss  return 

When  its  gracious  sound  they  learn. 

3  Give  to  all  the  darken' d  earth 

Tidings  of  a  heavenly  birth. 

Till  the  youth  in  every  land 

Learn  the  Saviour's  sweet  command  ; 

Isles  that  wait  his  holy  law 

From  redemption  bliss  shall  draw. 

And  the  hills  and  vales  shall  ring 

With  the  praises  of  our  King. 

4  Little  Givers  !  come  and  pay 
Willing  tribute  while  ye  may. 
Many  offerings,  though  but  small, 
Make  a  large  one  from  you  all ! 
Give  your  heart  with  holy  love, 
Give  your  praise  like  that  above  ; 


60  LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION. 

Life  and  all  to  Jesus  give, 
And  in  glory  you  shall  live. 

Wm.  Oland  Bourne. 


r*0  Plenty  to  Bo.  P.M. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  No.  3,  '. 

1  T  MAY,  if  I  have  but  a  mind, 
X     Do  good  in  many  ways  ; 
Plenty  to  do  the  young  may  find, 

In  these  our  busy  days. 
Sad  would  it  be,  though  young  and  small, 
If  I  were  of  no  use  at  all. 

2  One  gentle  word  that  I  may  speak, 

Or  one  kind  loving  deed. 
May.  though  a  trifle  poor  and  weak, 

Prove  like  a  tiny  seed  ; 
And  who  can  tell  what  good  n?ay  spring 
From  such  a  very  little  thing  ? 

3  Then  let  me  tr}',  each  day  and  hour, 

To  act  upon  this  plan. 
What  little  good  is  in  my  power, 

To  do  it  while  I  can  ; 
If  to  be  useful  thus  I  try, 
I  may  do  better  by  and  by. 


fi^    "  There  came  a  certain  poor  i-cidoWy 
"  •  •      and  she  threio  in  two  mites^  which 
make  a  farthing y 

Boys'  nnd  Girls'  Singing  Book,  106. 

1  T  ITTLE  rain  drops  feed  the  rill : 
Jj    Rills,  to  meet  to  streamlet,  glide  ; 


LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION.  61 

Streams  the  broader  rivers  fill  ; 

Rivers  swell  the  ocean  tide — 
Ocean,  that  with  swelling  note, 

Proudly  rears  a  foaming  crest, 
While  the  mightiest  navies  iloat 

Lightly  o'er  its  billowy  breast. 

Thus  the  offerings  gather' d  here. 

Gifts  we  bring  with  willing  hand. 
Shall  those  streams  of  bounty  cheer 

That  refresh  a  thirsty  land, 
"With  the  sea  of  love  shall  blend, 

Which  the  gospel's  grace  doth  pour, 
And  the  name  of  Jesus  send 

E'en  to  earth's  remotest  shore. 

MeS.  SlGOURNKl'. 


^O      "  To  every  man  according  to  Jiu    ^  ^, 
UO.  several  alilityy 


^H 


Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  72. 

IDE  not  thy  talent  in  the  earth. 
However  small  it  be  ; 
Its  faithful  rise,  its  utmost  worth, 

God  will  require  of  thee. 
His  ov/n,  which  He  hath  lent  on  trust, 

He  asks  of  thee  again  ; 
Little  or  much,  the  claim  is  just, 
And  thine  excuses  vain. 

2  What  if  the  little  rain  should  plead, 
"  So  small  a  drop  as  I 
Can  ne'er  refresh  yon  thirsty  mead ; 
I'll  t<arry  in  the  sky  !" 


€2  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

What  if  a  shining  beam  of  noon 

Shouhl  in  its  fountain  stay, 
Because  its  feeble  light  alone 

Was  not  enough  for  day  ?  Cutter, 


69 


Row  Little  Tkiiujs  increase.       L.  M.v 

Boys'  nnd  Girls'  Singing  Book,  HO. 

1  A    GRAIN  of  corn  an  infant's  hand 
xi  May  plant  npon  an  inch  of  land, 
Whence  twenty  stalks  might  spving  and  yield 
Enough  to  stock  a  little  field. 

2  The  harvest  of  that  field  might  then 
Be  multiplied  to  ten  times  ten. 

Which  sown  thrice  more  could  furnish  bread 
Wherew^ith  an  army  might  be  fed. 

3  A  penny  is  a  little  thing, 

Which  e'en  a  poor  man's  child  may  bring    'A 
Into  the  treasury  of  Heaven,  - 

And  make  it  worth  as  much  as  seven. 

4  As  seven  !  yea  worth  its  weight  in  gold, 
And  that  increased  an  hundred  fold, 
For  lo !  a  penny  tract,  if  Avell 
Applied,  may  save  a  soul  from  hell. 

6  That  soul  can  scarce  be  saved  alone, 
It  must,  it  will  its  bliss  make  known  : 
Come,  it  will  cry,  and  you  shall  see, 
What  great  things  God  hath  done  for  me. 

6  Hundreds  that  joyful  sound  shall  hear, 
Hear  with  the  heart  as  well  as  ear  ; 
And  these  to  thousands  more  proclaim 
Salvation  in  the  only  name.       Montgomkrt. 


70. 
'I 


LEE    A.YENUE    COLLECTION.  63 

Missionary  Hymn  for  the  Young.  L.  M. 

Plymonth  Collection,  134. 

OFvD,  can  a  simple  child  like  me 
Assist  to  turn  tlie  world  to  thee  ? 
Or  send  the  bread  of  life  to  hands 
Stretch'd  out  for  it  in  heathen  lands? 

2  Will  this  poor  mite  I  call  my  own 
Lead  some  lost  Hindoo  to  Thy  throne  ? 
Or  help  to  cast  the  idols  down 

Which  'midst  the  groves  of  Java  frown  ? 

3  Oh,  yes  ;  although  the  gift  be  small, 
Thou' It  bless  it.  since  it  is  mine  all, 

.^A         And  hid  it  swell  the  glorious  tide, 
I  By  thousands  of  thy  saints  supplied. 

"  4  Yon  mighty  flood,  which  feeds  the  plain, 
Is  fed  by  tiny  drops  of  vain  ; 
And  ocean's  broad  unyielding  strand 
Consists  of  single  grains  of  sand. 

5  Th\i3  ma)--  the  offerings  children  bring, 
Make  Gentiles  bow  to  Israel's  King — 
If  own'd  by  that  resistless  power 
Which  curbs  the  sea,  and  forms  the  shower  ! 
Richard  Huie,  M.  D, 


71 


Despise  not  the  day  of  small        -r    -w- 
things. 

New  Lute  of  Zion,  331-. 


1  'PHE  day  of  small  things  God  will  not 
JL   Despise,  the  least  are  unforgot ; 
An  orphan's  offering,  widow's  mite, 
Are  precious  in  their  Maker's  sight. 


64  LEE    AYENIIE    COLLECTION. 

2  Children  !  who  now  liosannas  raise, 
Out  of  whose  mouths  He  perfects  praise, 
Spare  from  the  little  you  possess, 
What  God  will  own,  accept,  and  hless. 

3  Till  through  the  east,  the  south,  the  west, 
Gifts  from  the  north  will  he  so  hlest, 
That,  in  the  end,  earth's  countless  throngs 
Shall  sing  with  us  this  song  of  songs  : 

4  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Power,  riches,  honor,  to  obtain,* 
Who  loved  and  wasli'd  us  in  His  blood, 

And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God." 

Montgomery. 

f 


72. 


t;  Q         Song  of  the  Little  Builders. 

Little  Singer.  184. 

LITTLE  builders,  build  away  ! 
Little  builders,  build  to-day  ! 
Build  a  temple  puie  and  bright ; 
Build  it  up  in  deeds  of  light ! 
Lay  the  corner  strong  and  deep. 
Where  the  heart  the  truth  shall  keep  ; 
Lay  it  with  a  builder's  care, 
For  the  temple  resteth  there. 

If  you  want  an  honored  name,' 
If  you  want  a  spotless  fame, 
Let  your  words  be  kind  and  pure, 
And  your  temple  shall  endure  : 
Wisdom  standeth  at  the  door- 
Come  and  see  her  priceless  store  ; 
Virtue  gently  guides  your  feet 
Where  the  good  and  holy  meet. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  &0 

Set  the  pillars  firm  and  strong, 
Kaise  them  with  the  worker's  song  ; 
Toil  is  prayer,  and  toil  is  praise  ; 
Keep  this  worship  all  your  days  ; 
Let  your  life  be  loving  deeds  ; 
Go  and  help  when  sorrow  pleads  ; 
Let  the  tear  of  pity  fall 
When  you  hear  the  mourner  call. 

Little  builders,  build  away  ! 
There  is  work  for  you  to-day  ; 
Deeds  of  mercy  and  of  truth, 
Making  bright  the  hours  of  youth. 
Work,  and  pray,  and  joyous  sing, 
Ever  fast  to  virtue  cling. 
And  a  temple  so  sublime 
Shall  outlast  the  years  of  time. 

Wm.  Olaxd  Bouejs'B. 


Y  3 ^  The  Morning  Star.  P.  M, 

Anniversary  Hymas,  No.  3,  1, 

1  THE  master-builder  calleth 

JL     His  workmen  :   "Follow  me  !" 
Each  man  among  them  hasteth, 
With  strange  alacrity. 
A  shout  re-echoes  near  and  far  : 
"  We  build  the  ship— the  Morning  Star  !" 
0  builders  !  God  bestoweth 

Your  wisdom,  strength,  and  skill, 
And  ever  him  rewardeth 
Who  worketh  with  a  will. 
"With  a  right  good  vv^ill  alert  we  are, 
To  build  the  ship— the  Morning  Star." 
5 


66  LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION. 

2  They  come  with  noisy  trampling, 

Ten  thousand  little  feet, 
Each  emulous  to  offer 
The  tribute-money  meet. 
All  wide-awake  the  children  are 
To  build  the  ship— the  Morning  Star  1 
They  bring  no  dingy  coppers, 

With  green  and  canker' d  spot, 
But  pure  and  precious  silver, 
Or  choicer  gold,  I  wot. 
"The  very  hest  we  have,  hurrali ! 
To  build  the  ship — the  Morning  Star !" 

3  Now  bravely  on  her  mission, 

Away  the  good  ship  goes  ; 
N(n-  fears  the  angry  billow, 

Nor  roughest  wind  that  blows  ; 
For  prayers  go  up  from  near  and  far  : 
"  God  speed  the  ship — the  Morning  Star  !" 
I  see  her  streamers  floating 

O'er  Micronesian  seas  ; 
I  hear  a  hearty  welcome  r^ 

Sent  back  upon  the  breeze  :  » 

"All  hail!  the  ship  that  from  afar 
Glad  tidings  brought — the  Morning  Star  !" 


74 


The  Smiour  Calls.  P.  M. 

1  pHILDREN,  hark!  the  Saviour's  speaking 
\J  To  you  now  : 

Laborers  is  my  vineyard  wanting— 
Who  will  go  ? 

2  Who  will  leave  the  world's  allurements, 

False  as  fair, 


LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTIOX.  6T 

For  the  earnest  toil  and  effort 
Waiting  there  ? 

S  Who  will  say,  as  once  did  Samuel, 
Here  am  I, 
Waiting,  Lord,  to  do  thy  pleasure 
Till  I  die  ? 

4  Who  will  give  their  all  to  Jesus, 

And  receive 
Of  his  grace  a  tenfold  measure 
While  they  live  ? 

5  And  when  earthly  toil  is  ended 

Here  below, 
Wear  a  fadeless  crown  of  glory  ; 

Who  will  go  ?  Sara  Hamilton. 


h-  K  "  Fading,  still  fading:'  P.  M. 

'  *  Institute  Clionis  Boolc,  IT. 

1  T7ADIXG,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining, 
JL    Father  in  heaven,  the  day  is  declining  ; 
Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 
Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  in  the  night, 

•»  From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morning  bellft 
chime, 
Shield  me  from  danger  and  save  me  from  crime. 
Father  have  mercy.  Father  have  mercy, 
Father  have  mercy,   through  Jesus  Christ 
our  Lord. 

2  Father  in  heaven,  oh,  hear  when  we  call. 
Hear  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of  all : 
Feeble  and  fainting  we  trust  in  thy  might. 

In  doubting  and  darkness  thy  love  be  our  light. 


t)8  LEE   AVEXTTE   COLLECTION. 

Let  US  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night- taper 
burns, 

And  wake  in  thy  arms  when  the  morning  re- 
turns. 


76 


Sablath  EucniJig. 

Plymouth  S.  S.  Collection,  31. 

1  QOFTLY  fades  the  twiliirht  ray 
0  Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day  ; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

Holy  Sabbath,  softly  fading, 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun. 

2  Night  her  solemn  mantle  spreads 
O'er  the  earth  as  daylight  fades  ; 
All  things  tell  of  calm  repose, 
At  the  holy  Sabbath's  close. 

8  Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  thee  ; 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 
Where  the  Sabbaths  ne'er  shall  close. 


>t/t  Searcher  of  Hearts.  CM. 

Institute  Chorus  Cook,  120. 

1  OEArtCHER  of  hearts  !  from  mine  erase 
U    All  thoughts  that  should  not  be  ; 
And  in  its  deep  recesses  trace 

My  gratitude  to  thee. 
Hearer  of  prayer  !  oh,  guide  aright 

Each  word  and  act  of  mine  ; 
Life's  battle  teach  me  how  to  fight, 
.  And  be  the  victory  thine. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  6D 

2  Giver  of  all !  for  ev'ry  good, 
In  the  Redeemer  came  ; 
For  shelter,  raiment,  and  for  food, 

I  thank  thee  in  his  name. 
Father,  and  Son.  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Thou  glorious  Three  in  One, 
Thou  knowest  best  what  I  need  most, 
And  let  thy  will  be  done. 


Y  O  The  Fam ibj  Bille.  C.  M. 

•  W.itirs'  S.  S.  Jluaio  Book,  15. 

1  'PHIS  book  is  all  that's  left  me  now — 
1     Tears  will  unbidden  start ; 
With  fait' ring  lip  and  throbbing  brow, 
'  I  press  it  to  my  heart. 

For  many  generations  pa.st. 

Here  is  our  family-tree  ; 
My  mother's  hands  this  Bible  clasp' d- 
She,  dying,  gave  it  me. 

?,  Ah  !  well  do  I  remember  those 

Whose  names  these  recoi'ds  bear  ; 
Who  round  the  hearthstone  used  to  close, 

After  the  evening  prayer, 
And  speak  of  what  these  pages  said, 

In  tones  my  heart  would  thrill  ! 
Though  they  are  with  the  silent  dead, 

Here  are  thev  living  still. 


k 


My  father  read  this  holy  book 

To  brothers,  sisters  dear  ; 
How  calm  was  ray  poor  mother's  look, 

Who  leau'd  God's  word  to  hear  ! 


70  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

Her  angel  face,  I  see  it  yet — 

What  thronging  memories  come  ! 

Again  that  little  group  is  met 
Within  the  halls  of  home. 

4  Thou  ti-uest  friend  man  ever  knew, 

Thy  constancy  I've  tried  ; 
When  all  were  false  I've  found  thee  true, 

My  counsellor  and  guide. 
The  mines  of  earth  no  treasure  give 

That  could  this  volume  buy  ; 
In  teaching  me  the  way  to  live. 

It  taught  me  how  to  die.        G.  P.  Morkis. 


T9, 


Faith.  C.  M. 

Institute  CIioruB  Book,  103. 


LOKD,  I  believe  ;  thy  power  I  own. 
Thy  word  I  would  obey  ; 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 

When  from  thy  truth  I  stray. 
Lord,  I  believe  ;  but  gloomy  fears 

Sometimes  bedim  my  sight ; 
I  look  to  thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

Lord,  I  believe  ;  but  thou  dost  know 

My  faith  is  cold  and  weak  ; 
Pity  my  frailty,  and  bestow 

The  confidence  I  seek. 
Yes,  I  believe  ;  and  only  thou 

Canst  give  my  soul  relief  ; 
Lord  !  to  thy  truth  my  spirit  bow, 

Help  thou  my  unbelief. 


80. 


LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION.  71 

Cliildren  called  to  Christ.         P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hj-mas,  No.  2,  3, 

1  T  IKE  mist  on  the  mountain, 
Jj     Like  ships  on  the  sea, 

So  swiftly  the  years 

Of  our  pilgrimage  flee  ; 
In  the  grave  of  our  fathers 

How  soon  shall  we  lie  ! 
Dear  children,  to-day 

To  the  Saviour  fly. 

2  How  sweet  are  the  flow' rets 

In  April  and  May  ! 
But  often  the  frost  makes 

Them  wither  away. 
Like  flowers  you  may  fade  ; 

Are  you  ready  to  die  ? 
While  "yet  there  is  room," 

To  the  Saviour  fly. 

3  When  Samuel  was  young, 

He  first  knew  the  Lord  ; 
He  slept  in  his  smile. 

And  rejoiced  in  his  word  ; 
So  most  of  God's  children 

Are  early  brought  nigh  : 
Oh,  seek  him  in  youth — 

To  a  Saviour  fly. 

4  Do  you  ask  me  for  pleasure  ? 

Then  lean  on  his  breast. 
For  there  the  sin-laden 

And  weary  find  rest. 
In  the  valley  of  death 

You  will  triumphing  cry, 
"  If  this  be  call'd  dying, 

'Tis  pleasant  to  die."   E.  M.  M'Cheynb. 


72  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION". 


81 


Tlic  Christian  Soldier.  C.  M. 

Rcviviil  Melodies,  22. 

1  YTE  A-aliant  soldiers  of  the  cross  ! 
J-      Ye  happy,  praj'ing  band  ! 

Though  in  this  world  you  suffer  loss, 
Press  on  to  Canaan's  land. 

Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs  nor  the  frowns 
of  the  world, 
For  Ave've  all  got  the  cross  to  bear  ; 
It  will  only  make  the  crown  the  brighter 
to  shine, 
When  we  have  the  crown  to  wear ! 

2  All  earthly  pleasures  we'll  forsake. 

When  Heaven  appears  in  view  ; 
In  Jesus'  strength  we'll  undertake 
To  tight  our  passage  through. 

3  Oh  !  what  a  glorious  shout  there'll  be 

When  we  arrive  at  home  ; 
Our  friends  and  Jesus  we  sliall  see. 
And  God  shall  say,  ••  Well  done  !" 


82. 


Will  you  come  ?  P.  M. 

1  TESUS  !  dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound  ! 
t)    Eeplete  with  balm  for  every  wound  ; 
His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free — 
Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  see  ; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see  : 

Will  you  come  ?     Will  you  come? 

2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die  ; 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

Jesus,  your  Lord,  hung  on  the  tree- 
Come,  helpless  sinner,  come  and  see  ; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see  : 
Will  you  come  ?     Will  you  come  ? 

8  Your  sins  did  pierce  his  bleeding  heart, 
Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part  ; 
Yet  his  dear  love  still  burns  to  thee— 
Come,  careless  sinner,  come  and  see  ; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see  : 
Will  you  come  ?     Will  you  come  ? 

4  His  blood  can  cleanse  the  foulest  stain, 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean  ; 
His  blood  at  once  avail' d  for  me — 
Come,  anxious  sinner,  come  and  see  ; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see  : 
Will  you  come  ?     Will  you  come  ? 


83 


Judgment  anticipated.         C.  P.  M. 

American  Vocalist,  879. 

1  IVTHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 

lY    To  bear  thy  ransom'd  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  thy  people  now. 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But — can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought  ? — 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 


74  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

3  0  Lord  !  prevent  it  by  thy  grace — • 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day  ! 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
"While  heaven's  resounding  mansioirs  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 


84. 


Eternity  at  hand.  L.  M, 

1  "PTERXITY  is  just  at  hand  ! 

ju  And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  But  an  eternity  there  is 

Of  endless  woe,  or  endless  bliss  ? 
And  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round, 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

S  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind  ! 
They're  gone !  but  where  ? — ah,  pause  and  see ! 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 

4  Sinner  !  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell  ? 
Has  death  no  warning  sound  for  thee  ? 
Oh,  turn  and  to  the  Saviour  flee ! 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  75 

85.  The  Great  Meeting.  P.M. 

1  ^TTHAT  a  meeting,  what  a  meeting  that  will  be, 

!  T   What  a  meeting,  what  a  meeting  that  will  be, 
"What  a  meeting  that  will  be, 
When  our  Father's  face  we"  11  see, 
And  we  all  meet  around  God's  bright  throne  ! 

2  The  Apostles,  the  Apostles  will  be  there, 

Repeat. 
Free  from  sorrow,  toil,  and  care,  &c. 

3  All  Christians,  all  Christians  will  be  there. 

Repeat. 
And  their  crowns  of  glory  wear,  &c. 

4  Our  brethren,  our  brethren  will  be  there, 

Repeat. 
Whom  we  here  did  meet  in  pra3-er,  &c. 

5  Our  sisters,  our  sisters  will  be  there,       Repeat 
Who  did  all  our  labors  share,  &c. 

6  And  Jesus  will  be  there,  will  be  there,  Rq)eat, 
Who  all  our  sins  did  bear,  &c. 

7  And  I  too,  and  I  too  will  be  there,         Repeal. 
a  I'm  only  faithful  here,  &c. 


O  (3 .  Come^  to  Jeans.  P.  M 

1  pOME  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 
\j     Come  to  Jesus,  just  now  ; 
Just  now,  come  to  Jesus,  just  now ! 


76  LEE    ATENUE    COLLECTIOX. 

2  He  is  able,  he  is  able. 
He  is  able,  just  now  ; 
Just  now,  he  is  able,  just  now  ! 

8  He  is  willing-,  he  is  willing, 
He  is  willing,  just  now  ; 
Just  now,  he  is  willing,  just  now ! 

4  Christ  is  knocking,  Christ  is  knocking, 
Christ  is  knocking,  just  now  ; 

Just  now,  Christ  is  knocking,  just  now  ! 

5  God  is  waiting,  God  is  waiting, 
God  is  waiting,  just  now  ; 

Just  now,  God  is  waiting,  just  now  ! 


87 


The  Beatitudes.  L.  K 

American  VooiJUt,  319. 


1  1)LEST  are  the  humble  souls  who  see 
X)  Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  meek, 'who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 
And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 


i 


LEE    AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  -srho  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

o  Blest  are  the  men  vrhose  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ  the  Lord  sliall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Blest  arc  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 

Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife  ; 
They  shall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Blest  are  the  suffrers  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord  ; 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 


88 


Tlie  Church's  Welcome,     lis  &  128. 

American  Vocalist,  S6T. 

CIHILDREX    of    Zion!    what    harp-notes    ar« 
'  stealing 

So  soft  o'er  our  senses,  so  soothingly  sweet? 
'Tis  the  music  of  angels,  their  raptures  revealing. 
That  you  have  been  brought  to  the  Holy  One's 
feet. 
Qiildren  of  Zion  !  we  join  in  their  welcome, 
'Tis  sweet'to  lie  low  in  that  blessed  retreat. 


78  LEE    ATENUE    COLLECTION. 

2  Children  of  Zion  !  no  longer  in  sadness, 

Refrain  from  the  feast  that  your  Saviour  hath 
given : 
Come,  taste  of  the  cup  of  salvation  with  gladness, 
And   think   of  the   banquet   still   sweeter  in 
heaven. 
Children  of  Zion  !  our  hearts  hid  you  welcome 
To  the  church  of  the  ransom' d,  the  kingdom 
of  heaven. 

3  Children  of  Zion !  we  joyfully  hail  jou 

Who've  enter' d  the  fold  through  Jesus,  the 
door; 
While  pilgrims  on  earth,  though  the  foe  may 
assail  you. 
Press  forward,  and  soon  will  the  conflict  be  o'er. 
Children  of  Zion  !  oh,  welcome,  thrice  welcome, 
Till  we  meet  where  the  foe  shall  oppress  you 
no  more. 


OQ  The  Fareicell.  lis. 

Americnn  Vocalist,  324. 

1  T?  ARE  WELL,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at 
r  hand. 

That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band  ; 
Our  several  eugagements  now  call  us  away,        '  _ 
Our  parting  is  needful  and  we  must  obey.       .    f  S 

2  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll   soon  be  dis- 

charged. 
The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasures  enlarged; 
With  shouting  and  singing,  though  Jordan  may 

roar. 
We'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest, on  the  shore. 


LEE   AYENUE    COLLECTION.  79 

3  Farewell,  weeping  mourners,  with  sad,  broken 
heart, 
Oh.  hasten  to  Jesus  and  choose  the  good  part ; 
He's  full  of  compassion  and  might}'  to  save, 
His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 


90. 


The  Garden  Eymn.         C.  P.  M. 

Americhn  Vocalist,  322. 

1  'PHE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  ; 
X     The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume  ; 

The  lilies -grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine. 

Which  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  Oh,  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

S  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun  ; 

My  soul  a  witness  is  : 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free. 
For  all  mankind  as  well  as  me. 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  Amen,  amen  !  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there  ; 
Now  here's  my  heart,  now  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  lieavenly  land 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


80  LEE    AVENrE    COLLECTION. 


91 

'0 


The  Old  Ship  ofZion.  P.  M. 

Anu-ricf.n  VocalUt,  338. 

H,  what  ship  is  this  that  comes  sailing  by? 

Oil,  gloiv,  hallelujah  ! 
'Tis  the  old  ship  of  Zion,  hallelujah  ! 
'Tis  the  old  ship  of  Zion,  hallelujah  ! 

2  And  will  this  ship  he  able  to  carry  lis  safe  through? 

Oh,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
Yes,  Jesus  is  her  captain,  hallelujah  !  &c. 

3  All  her  passengers  will  land  on  the  bright  eter- 

nal shore, 

Oh,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
And  they'll  shout  their  sufferings  over,  halle- 
lujah !  &c. 

4  She  has  landed  many  thousands  and  will  land  ag 

many  more, 

Oh,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
She  will  land  them  over  Jordan,  hallelujah !  &c. 


92, 


Jesus  calls  you,  will  you  come  ?        lis. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  No.  3,  8. 

1  AH,  there  is  a  river  Avhose  fresh  waters  flow 
\j  O'er  earth's  broadest  surface,  a  cure  for  all 

'     woe ; 
Its  streams  are  all  healing,  there's  life  in  each 

wave, 
Oh,  try  it  and  prove  it,  'tis  mighty  to  save. 
Jesus  calls  you,  will  you  come? 
Jesus  calls  you,  will  you  come? 

Come  to  Jesus — come  to  Jesus — 
Jesus  calls  you,  will  you  come  ? 


LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION.  81 

2  Oh,  drink  of  this  river,  its  fall  crystal  flood 
Refreshes  and  lightens  of  sin's  weary  load  ; 

Its  ripples  ne'er  mix  with  the  billows  of  strife  ; 
This  is  the  "  Pure  River  of  Water  of  Life." 
Jesus  calls  you,  &c. 

3  This  beautiful  river  our  boast  well  may  be, 
'Tis  fresh,  overflowing — and  better,  'tis  five  ! 
The  sin-sick  rejoice  in  this   "peace-speaking" 

tide— 
This  river  is  Jesus,  the  "  once  crucified." 
Jesus  calls  you,  &c. 


93. 


Come^  my  Brethren.  7s  &  63. 

American  Vocalist,  341. 

COME,  my  brethren,  let  us  try, 
For  a  little  season, 
Every  burden  to  lay  by. 
Come  and  let  us  reason. 

What  is  this  that  casts  you  down  ? 

What  is  this  that  grieves  you  ? 
Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 


2  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore. 
In  the  gloomy  garden  ; 
Sweating  blood  at  every  pore, 
To  procure  thy  pardon. 

See  him  nail'd  upon  the  tree, 
Bleeding,  groaning,  dying. 
See,  he  suffer' d  this  for  thee, 
Therefore  be  believing. 
6 


82  LEE    AYEXrE    COLLECTION. 

Q/j  How  precious  is  tlie  name.  P.  M. 

Americiin  Vocalist,  341. 

1  TTOW  precious  is  the  name, 

li     Brethren  sing,  brethren  sing — 
How  precious  is  the  name,  brethren  sing  ; 

How  precious  is  the  name 

Of  Christ  our  Paschal  Lamb, 

Who  bore  our  sin  and  sliame, 
On  the  tree,  on  the  tree — 
Who  bore  our  sin  and  shame  on  the  tree. 

2  I've  given  all  for  Christ, 

He's  my  all,  he's  my  all — 
I've  given  all  for  Christ,  he's  my  all  ; 
I've  given  all  for  Christ, 
And  my  spirit  cannot  rest 
Unless  he's  in  my  breast, 

Keigning  there,  reigning  there — 
Unless  he's  in  my  breast,  reigning  there. 

3  His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear. 

With  delight,  with  delight— 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear  -with  delight ; 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear. 
And  his  cross  I  will  not  fear  ; 
His  name  I  will  declare, 
Evermore,  evermore — 
His  name  I  will  declare  eveiTQore. 


95, 


The  Pilgrim  Stranger.        83  &  7s. 


American  Vocalist,  350, 


1  TITHITHER  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
IT      Wandering  through  this  gloomy  vale? 


9i 


LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION. 

Know'st  thou  it  is  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 

No  !  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
Hallelujah  !  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

2  Pilgrim  thou  dost  justly  call  me, 

Travelling  through  this  lonely  road, 
But  no  ill  shall  e'er  befall  me, 

While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  Guide. 

Oh,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

3  Guide  unseen — but  still  believe  me, 

Jesus  docs  my  steps  attend  ; 

He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me. 

He'll  be  with  me  to  the  end. 

For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

4  Jordan's  stream  has  nothing  frightful. 

Though  its  waves  look  dark  and  drear  ; 
Death  itself  will  be  delightful, 
Jesus  will  be  with  me  there. 

For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 


96, 


Tlie  Happy  Man.  63  &  7s 


Americf.n  Vocalist,  346. 


I  TTOW  happy  is  the  man  who  has  chosen  wis- 
XI         dom's  ways, 
And  measured  out  his  span  to  his  God  in  prayer 

and  praise  I 
His  God  and  his  Bible  are  all  that  he  desires, 
To  holiness  of  heart  he  continually  aspires. 


84  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

Iq  poverty  he's  happy,  for  he  knows  he  has  a 

Friend 
Who  never  will  forsake  him  till  the  world  shall 

have  an  end. 

2  He  rises  in  the  morning,  with  the  lark  he  tunes 

his  lays, 
And  offers  up  a  tribute  to  his  God  in  prayer  and 

praise  ; 
And  then  to  his  labor  he  cheerfully  repairs, 
In  confidence  believing  that  God-will  hear  hi* 

prayers. 
Whatever  lie  engages  in  at  home  or  abroad, 
His  object  is  to  honor  and  to  glorify  his  God. 

3  In  sickness,  pain,  and  sorrow,  he  never  will  re- 

pine, 

While  he  is  drawing  nourishment  from  Christ  the 
living  vine  : 

When  trouble  presses  heavily  he  leans  on  Jesus' 
breast. 

And  in  his  precious  promises  he  finds  a  quiet  rest. 

The  yoke  of  Cbrist  is  easy,  and  his  burden  al- 
ways light, 

He  lives,  nor  is  he  weary  till  Canaan  heaves  in 
sight. 

4  'Tis  thus  you  have  his  history  through  life  from 

day  to  day, 
Keligion  is  no  mystery,  with  him  'tis  a  beaten 

way  ; 
And  when  upon  his  pillow  he  lies  down  to  die. 
In  hope  he  rejoices,  fur  he  knows  his  God  is  nigh. 
And  when  life's  lamp  is  flickering,  his  soul  on 

wings  of  love 
Away  to  realms  of  glory  flies  to  reign  with  Christ 

above. 


97, 


LEE    .lYENUE    COLLECTION.  Su 

My  Bible  tells  me  so.  C.  M. 

Lee  Avenue  S.  S.  Cr.sket,  toI.  i.  80. 

1   Ty HEN  fiiint  and  weary  with  the  strife 
11       Temptations  to  o'ercome, 
I  long  to  leave  this  toilsome  life 

And  lay  me  down  at  home, 
Then  sweetly  comes  this  thought  to  me, 

Whate'er  betides  I  know, 
That  as  my  day  my  strength  shall  he — 
The  Bible  tells  me  so. 

1  When  sin  brings  clouds  of  doubt  and  fears 

To  spread  before  my  eyes, 
And  faith  grows  weak,  and  scarce  can  pierce 

Those  clouds  to  reach  the  skies— 
Mv  heart  cries  out,  in  trembling  tones, 

Oh,  whither  shall  I  go? 
"Come  unto  me.  ye  weary  ones!" 

My  Saviour  tells  me  so. 

3  Yes,  I  will  come,  I'll  trust  the  Lord 

The  needed  strength  to  give  ; 
Oh.  let  me  never  doubt  thy  word,  , 

I'll  trust  thee  while  I  live. 
And  when  I  lay  me  down  to  die,  • 

I  need  not  fear  to  go, 
I  have  a  home  beyond  the  skies — 

My  Bible  tells  me  so. 


98 


Kind  Words  can  Jiever  die.        P.  M. 

Lee  Avenue  S.  S.  Casket,  toI.  i.  96. 

TZIND  words  can  never  die  ! 
IV     Heaven  gave  them  birth  ; 
Wing'd  with  a  smile  they  fly 
All  o'er  the  earth. 


86  LEE    AYEXrE    COLLECflOX. 

Kind  words  the  angels  brought, 
Kind  words  our  Saviour  taught ; 
Sweet  melodies  of  thought — ■ 
"Who  knows  their  worth  ? 

Kind  words  can  never  die,  &c. 

2  Kind  deeds  can  never  die ! 

Though  weak  and  small, 
From  his  bright  throne  ou  high 

God  sees  them  all  ; 
He  doth  reward  with  love, 
All  those  who  faithful  prove'; 
Round  them  where'er  they  move, 

Eich  blessings  fall. 
Kind  deeds  can  never  die,  <S:c. 

3  God's  word  can  never  die  ! 

Though  fallen  man 
Oft  dares  its  truth  deny — 

Dares  it  in  vain. 
God's  word  alone  is  pure  ; 
His  promises  are  sure  ; 
Trust  him,  and  rest  secure, 
*  Heaven  you  shall  gain. 

God's  Avord  can  never  die,  &c. 

4  Our  souls  can  never  die  ! 

God's  word  we  trust ; 
He  to  our  bodies  said, 

"  Dust  unto  dust." 
Saviour,  our  souls  prepare, 
Thy  happy  home  to  share  ; 
Us  to  thy  mansions  bear, 

When  life  is  past. 
Our  souls  can  never  die,  &c. 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  87 

QQ  We'' re  happy  noio.  P.  M. 

Winters'  S.  S.  Masic  Book,  24. 

1  AH.  we  are  happy  now,  dear  mother, 
\J     Our  home's  amid  the  flowers, 
And  zephyrs  from  the  throne  of  God 

Are  borne  in  fragrant  showers. 
"Would  we  come  back,  dear  mother, 

And  leave  our  glorious  home  ? 
Oh,  thougli  we  love  you  dearly, 

From  heaven  we  would  not  roam. 
No  !  no  !  no  ! 
For  though  we  love  you  dearly, 

From  heaven  we  would  not  roam. 

2  We  bask  in  glorious  sunlight,  mother, 

Of  a  brighter  Avorld  than  thine, 
And  the  soft  perfume  of  the  angel's  voice 

Is  borne  upon  the  Avind. 
Would  w^e  come  back,  dear  mother, 

And  leave  our  glorious  home  ? 
Oh,  though  we  love  you  dearly, 

From  heaven  we  would  not  roam. 
No,  no,  no,  &c. 

3  Your  world  is  very  fair,  dear  mother, 

With  its  sunny  hills  and  dales  ; 
But  ours  is  fairer,  fairer  far. 

Its  beauty  never  pales. 
Then  why,  oh  why,  dear  mother, 

Should  we  leave  our  glorious  home  ? 
Oh,  though  we  love  you  dearly, 

From  heaven  we  would  not  roam. 
No,  no,  no,  a:c. 


88  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

J_  (J  vj.  Oh!  iconH  you  love  my  Jesus ?  7s  &  63. 

1  AH,  won't  you  love  my  Jesus? 
\J  He's  close  beside  nie  now — 
And  while  the  cold,  cold  death-drops 

Are  gath'ring  on  my  brow. 
His  hand,  so  soft  and  gentle, 

Will  wipe  them  all  away. 
How  will  you  die,  dear  uncle, 

Without  this  only  stay  ? 


2  Then  won't  you  love  my  Jesus, 

Who  died  for  love  of  you  ? 
And  can  you  slight  such  kindness, 

Reject  a  friend  so  true  ? 
I  see  him  now  all  gleaming 

With  countless  rays  of  light ; 
A  crown  upon  his  forehead, 

Bedeck' d  with  gems  so  bright. 

3  What !  will  you  love  my  Jesus  ? 

Speak  !  do  I  hear  aright  ? 
Mamma  ! — Papa  ! — blest  Saviour  ! 

How  happy  !  oh,  how  bright ! 
I'll  linger  now  no  longer. 

For  all  so  dear  are  thine. 
Come  quiclcly — come,  my  Jesus — 

Yes,  mine — forever  mine  ! 


NoTK. — Little  Bessie's  uncle,  who  was  a  skeptic,  sat  Tratch* 
Ing  at  lier  bedside  one  eveninjr,  and  just  before  slie  died,  she 
raised  herself  up  in  bed  and  said,  "Dear  uncle,  won't  3-ou  love 
my  Jesns?  so  when  7011  corrm  to  die,  he  will  love  and  take 
you  to  himself,  as  he  now  does  me,"  and  sank  back  asleep  in 
Jesus'  arms.    The  incident  led  to  the  conversion  of  her  unclei 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  89 

J_(jJ_.       I^otMng  lost  hy  giving.        7s  &  6s. 

1  WHAT  ever  lost  by  giving  ? 

T  T     Tlie  sky  pours  down  its  rain, 
Kefieshing  all  things  living, 
While  mists  rise  up  again. 

2  Go  rob  the  sparkling  fountain, 

And  drain  its  basin  dry  ; 

The  barren-seeming  mountain 

Will  fdl  its  chalice  high. 

3  W^ho  ever  lost  by  loving 

Though"  all  our  hearts  we  pour, 
Still  other  spirits  moving, 
To  pay  our  love  with  more. 

4  And  was  there  ever  blessing 

That  did  not  turn  and  rest, 
A  double  power  possessing, 
The  blesser  beinar  blest? 


102, 


'■''Inasmuch  as  ye  have  done  it 
unto  one  of  the  least  of  these^  C.  M. 
ye  have  done  it  unto  meP 

Church  Melodies,  116. 


1  IITHO  is  thy  neighbor  ?  he  whom  thou 

t!      Hast  power  to  aid  or  bless  ; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow 
Thy  soothing  hand  may  press. . 

2  Thy  neighbor  ?  'tis  the  fainting  poor, 

Whose  eye  with  want  is  dim  ; 

Qh,  enter  thou  his  humble  door, 

With  aid  and  peace  for  him. 


90  LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION. 

3  Thy  neighbor  ?  he  who  drinks  the  cup 

When  sorrow  drowns  the  brim  ; 
With  words  of  liigh,  sustaining  hope, 
Go  thou,  and  comfort  him. 

4  Thy  neighbor  ?  'tis  the  weary  slave 

Fetter' d  in  mind  and  limb  ; 
He  hath  no  hope  this  side  the  grave  ; 
Go  thou,  and  ransom  him. 

6  Thy  neighbor  ?  pass  no  mourner  by  ; 
Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 
A  breaking  heart  from  misery  ; 

Go,  share  thy  lot  with  him.         Peabodi  , 


-1  A  O    The  Widow  and  the  Fatherless.     P.  M, 

BradbKry's  Jubilee,  Ql. 

1  WHEN  the  cry  of  the  fatherless  child  is  heard 

TT       From  his  poor  and  lonely  dwelling, 
Let  thy  heart  by  his  wailing  complaint  be  stirr'd, 
By  his  voice  of  sorrow  telling. 

2  Go  and  bind  up  the  woes  of  the  widow's  breast, 

Burst  the  clouds  that  gather  round  her  ; 
Go  and  show  her  that  where  she  had  hoped  it  least 
Hath  mercy's  angel  found  her. 

3  When  she  sits  by  the  side  of  her  fading  coals. 

And  her  babes  are  round  her  quaking. 
Let  her  share  in  the  bounty  that  o'er  thee  rolls, 
And  soothe  thou  her  bosom's  aching. 

4  Oh,  prepare  thou  a  balm  for  the  orphan's  grief, 

Go  and  cheer  them  in  their  sadness, 

For  the  hungry  and  naked  provide  relief, 

For  the  weeping,  songs  of  gladness. 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  91 

1  04-      ^^^^^'^^>  ^^^^  Prince.    10s,  lis,  &  123. 

Continental  Harmony,  242. 

1  yiOX,  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 

LJ     The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his  birth, 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon  eartli. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing  ; 

Jerusalem  triumphs,  ^Messiah  is  King ! 

2  Tell  how  he  coraeth,  from  nation  to  nation  ; 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the   earth   echo 

round  ; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation, 
How    his    people    with    joy   everlasting    are 

crown' d. 

8  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise  ; 
Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, 

One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and 
the  skies. 


i  A  r^  BeTiold.,  tJnj  King  cometh  unto  tTiee.  lis. 

Plymoutli  Collection,  230. 

1  "n  AUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness  ; 
1/     Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no 

more  ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  Day-star  of  glad 
ness  ; 
Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes ;   but  the  arm  that  sub- 

dued them, 
And  scatter' d  their  legions,  was  mightier  far  ; 


92  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTIOX. 

They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  tha-t 
pursued  them  ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  Power  that  hath  saved  thee, 

ExtoU'd  with  tlie  liarpaud  tlie  tiuibrcl  should 

he; 

Shout,  for  tlie  foe  is  destroy' d  tliat  enslaved  thee  ; 

The  oppressor  is  vanquish'd,  and  Zion  is  free  I 

FiTZGCRALDS  COLL. 


1  Ofi    Come^  take  my  Jiand^  give  yours  to  ms. 

Waters'  S.  S.  Music  Book,  fil . 

1  T  ET  US  all,  both  old  and  young, 
JlJ     Every  day  grow  better  ; 

Happy  let  us  go 

Through  our  path  below. 

Come,  take  my  hand,  give  yours  to  me, 
And  faithful  we  will  try  to  be. 
And  then  we'll  all  rejoice,  rejoice, 
And  then  we'll  all  rejoice. 

2  "We  will  love  our  parents  dear, 

Serve,  obey,  and  honor  : 
Ne'er  will  them  deceive, 
Nor  their  bosoms  grieve. 

3  Let  us  one  and  all  engage, 

That  like  friends  and  brothers 
We  in  peace  will  live, 
And  oiu-  foes  forgive. 

4  Let  us  ne'er  do  wilful  wrong, 

Howsoever  tempted. 
But  in  deed  and  word 
Love  and  serve  the  Lord- 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  03 


Anniversary  Hymn.  P.  M. 


107. 

1  Ty  HAT  means  this  youthful  gathering 

T  T     Some  i^tranger  heart  miglit  say  ; 
What  mean  these  floating  banners, 

And  all  this  bright  array? 
An  echo  answers  from  the  throng — 
"  We've  come  to  sing  our  festal  song." 

2  We  celebrate  with  gladness, 

This  day  of  happy  cheer  ; 
Each  heart  is  free  from  sadness, 

When  its  bright  rays  appear  ; 
Oh  !  list  the  echo  from  the  throng — 
"  We've  come  to  sing  our  festal  song." 

3  The  Sabbath-school  has  taught  us 

That  we  should  never  spurn 
The  message  Jesus  brought  us, 

But  to  its  precepts  turn. 
Still  echo  answers  from  the  throng — • 
"  We've  come  to  sing  our  festal  song." 

4  To-day  we  come  with  singing. 

And  holy  anthems  raise  ; 
Our  loud  hosannas  bringing, 

In  notes  of  sweetest  praise  : 
United  joy  pervades  the  throng, 
And  heaven  re-echoes  back  the  song. 


1  OS      Sunday -School  Gatliering.         P.  M. 

Anniversary  Kymns,  3,  H. 

1  'PHE   Sunday-school  army  has  gather' d  onc« 
X         more, 
Its  numbers  are  greater  than  ever  before  ; 


94  LEE   AVEXUE    COLLECTION. 

Its  banners  are  spread  and  shall  never  be  furl'd, 

Till  the  Prince  of  Salvation  has  conquer'd  the 

world. 

Sing,  sing  !  for  the  army  is  on  its  bright  way 

To  the  homes  of  the  blest  and  the  mansions 

of  day  ! 

2  We  fight  against  evil  and  battle  -with  wrong  ; 
Our  sword  is  the  Bible,  both  trusty  and  strong  ; 
Our  watchword  is  Prayer,  and  Faith  is  our  shield, 
And  never,  no,  never,  to  our  foes  will  we  yield. 

3  In  the  midst  of  our  conflicts,  we'll  think  of  our 

Lord, 
Who  died  on  the  cross,  and  from  death  was  re- 
stored. 
To  save  us  from  sin,  and  to  give  us  a  place 
With  the  angels  who  always  behold  his  bright 
face. 

4  To  Jesus,  our  captain,  hosannas  we  raise, 

And  join  with  our  teachers  in  singing  his  praise  : 
His  soldiers  we  are,  and  his  soldiers  we'll  be. 
Till  we  lay  down  our  armor,  and  death  sets  us  free. 
E.  S.  Pouter,  D.  D. 


109 


We  meet  again.  7s  &  63. 

JuTenile  Fsalmodiat,  9i, 

WE  meet  again  in  gladness, 
And  thankful  voices  raise  ; 
To  God,  our  heavenly  Father, 

We'll  tune  our  grateful  praise  : 
'Tis  his  kind  hand  that  kept  us 

Through  all  the  changing  year  ; 
His  love  it  is  that  brings  us 
Again  to  worship  here. 


LEE   AYENUE    COLLECTION.  ^5 

2  We'll  thank  him  for  the  Sabbath, 

This  day  of  holy  rest ; 
And  for  the  blessed  Bible, 

The  book  that  we  love  best ; 
For  Sabbath-schools  and  teachers, 

To  us  so  kindly  given, 
To  guide  us  in  the  pathway 

That  leads  to  joys  in  heaven. 

3  We'll  thank  him  for  our  country, 

The  land  our  fathers  trod  ; 
For  liberty  of  conscience, 

And  right  to  worship  God. 
0  Lord  !  our  heavenly  Father, 

Accept  the  praise  we  bring. 
And  tune  our  hearts  and  voices 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing. 

4  Soon  may  thy  gracious  sceptre 

Extend  to  every  land. 
And  all  as  willing  subjects 

Submit  to  thy  command. 
Send  forth  the  gospel  tidings, 

And  hasten  on  tlie  day 
When  every  isle  and  nation 

Shall  own  Messiah's  sway. 


J_J_(J,  Anniversary  Song.  P.M. 


^D 


Mudge'g  S.  S.  Music  Book,  18. 

AYS,  and  weeks,  and  months,  returning, 
Bear  us  gently  down  life's  way  ; 
Still  their  lesson  we  are  learning. 
With  each  anniversary  day. 

We'll  stand  the  storm,  it  won't  be  long, 
We'll  anchor  by  and  by. 


96  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Glad  our  hearts,  and  glad  our  voices, 

Joy  controls  the  hasting  hour  ; 
None  so  sad  but  he  rejoices 

'Neath  to-day's  controlling  power. 

3  Glad  for  classmates,  and  for  teachers 

Guiding  us  with  gentle  rule  ; 
Glad  for  all  the  gifts  that  reach  us, 

Through  our  own  loved  Sabbath-school. 

4  Yet  though  glad,  we'll  still  remember 

What  the  moments  always  sax  • 
Life  must  have  its  cold  December, 
Just  as  surely  as  its  May. 

5  Let  us  not  forget  the  meaning 

Days  like  thee  forever  wear  ; 
One  more  field  has  had  its  gleaning, 
One  more  sheaf  our  arms  should  bear. 


Ill 


,     Gladly^  Brofhers^  gladly.  P.  M. 

Waters'  S.  S.  Mmic  Book.  fS. 

GLADLY,  brothers,  gladly 
Wake  the  joyous  strain  ; 
Sing  the  praise  of  Jesus, 

Once  for  sinners  slain.  ^  I    T 

Praise  him,  ever  singing 
Sweetest  melody. 
Saviour,  own  our  ofifeiing,  (  1    ^ 

Lead  us  unto  thee  :  ' 

And  thus  in  youth's  bright  morning, 
Our  joy  shall  ever  be, 
Praising,  ever  singing 
Sweetest  melody. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  97 

2  Sweetly,  sisters,  sweetly 

Tell  the  story  o'er  ; 
How  he  suffer' d — languish' d — 
How  the  cross  he  hore. 

3  Come,  ye  infant  voices, 

Lisp  the  Saviour's  praise, 
Let  the  love  of  Jesus 

Prompt  your  earliest  lays. 

4  Sweet  it  is  to  praise  him, 

Sweeter  far  to  love  ; 

Be  ye  then  in  earnest, 

Seeking  him  above. 


112. 


We  love  to  sing  together.  P.  M. 

Waters'  S.  S.  Made  Book,  SOw 

1  117E  love  to  sing  together, 

n     Our  hearts  and  voices  one  ; 
To  praise  our  heavenly  Father 
And  his  eternal  Son. 
We  love,  we  love,  we  love,  we  love, 

We  love  to  sing  together  ; 
We  love,  we  love,  we  love,  we  love, 
We  love  to  sing  together. 

2  We  love  to  pray  together 

To  Jesus  on  his  throne, 
And  ask  that  he  will  ever 
Accept  us  as  his  own.  . 

3  We  love  to  read  together 

The  word  of  saving  truth. 
Whose  light  is  shining  ever 
To  guide  our  early  youth. 
7 


98  LEE    AVEXUE    COLLEOTION. 

4  We  love  to  be  together 

Upon  the  Sabbath-day, 
And  strive  to  help  each  other 
Along  the  heavenly  way. 

5  We  hope  to  be  together 

Within  that  world  of  light, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  forever, 
And  all  his  friends  unite. 

6  Then  let  us  sing  together 

Our  hearts  and  voices  one. ; 
And  pray  to  God  our  Father 
To  save  us  through  his  Son. 

E.  S.  Porter,  D.  D: 


113 


The  Bells  of  Eoly  SaUath.         P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  No.  3.  8. 

ARK  !  the  bells  of  holy  Sabbath  ! 
Hear  their  ringing  soft  and  clear  ! 
While  their  solemn,  sacred  music 

Sounds  so  sweetly  to  the  ear  ; 
Hear  their  sweet,  persuasive  summons, 

Recalling  now  God's  high  behest : 
Six  days  shalt  thou  have  for  labor, 
On  the  seventh  thou  shalt  rest. 

While  the  tools  of  weary  workmen, 

Lying  all  unheeded  now — 
Far  from  toil  his  arm  is  ceasing, 

Happy  smiles  play  on  his  brow, 
As  he  hears  the  church-bells  ringing. 

Blessing  with  tears  the  high  behest : 
Six  days  shalt  thou  have  for  labor. 

On  the  seventh  thou  shalt  rest. 


LEE    AYEXIJE    COLLECTION".  99 

3  Human  hearts,  ev'n  if  they're  sinful, 

Now  a  purer  impulse  swells, 
As  they  feel  the  soothing  cadence, 

Of  those  sweetly  echoing  bells  ; 
For  their  music,  calm,  hut  earnest, 

Echo  deep  within  the  breast : 
Six  days  shalt  thou  have  for  labor, 

On  the  seventh  thou  shalt  rest. 

4  What  a  blessing  is  the  So.bbath. 

With  its  sweetly  chiming  bells  ! 
Spirits  pure,  of  deep  devotion, 

In  their  calm  vibration  dwells. 
Then  the  weary  one's  reminded 

Of  Jehovah's  high  behest  : 
Six  days  only  shalt  thovi  labor. 

On  the  seventh  thou  shalt  rest. 


114 


Dialogue  Song.  Ta. 

Jubilee,  SIS. 

Scholars. 

1  TEACHERS,  tell  us  why  you  toil, 
JL     Why  on  us  your  hours  bestow  ? 

Teachers. 
Children,  'tis  to  us  a  joy, 
You  the  way  of  life  to  show. 

2  Does  no  other  cause  induce — 

Is  our  good  your  only  aim  ? 

Children,  for  your  souls  we  toil. 
And  the  blest  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Little  fruits  your  efforts  crown, 

Yet,  dear  teachers,  labor  on. 


100  LEE   ATEXTJE   COLLECTION. 

God,  dispensing  showers  around, 
May  refresh  our  barren  ground. 

4  May  we  all,  our  teachers  dear, 

Recompense  your  pious  care. 

Children,  now  for  heaven  prepare 
May  we  reign  together  there. 

Scholars  and  Teachers. 

5  Taught  and  teachers  would  unite 
Their  warm  tribute  with  delig^it, 
For  our  Superintendent  now 

At  the  throne  of  grace  we  bow. 
There  our  fervent  prayer  ascends 
For  rich  blessings  on  our  friends  ; 
Safe  in  God  may  all  abide — 
Sweet  the  refu-re  there  to  hide. 


115, 


Honor  to  our  Sunday -School.    7s  &  69. 

Mudge's  S.  S.  Music  Book,  40. 


1  A  LL  honor  to  our  Sunday-school, 
Xx     Blest  be  its  name  for  aye  ; 

It  is  our  glory  and  our  pride, 

And  shall  be  till  we  die. 
It  teaches  us  the  way  of  life, 

How  death's  broad  road  to  shun, 
And  promises  a  crown  of  light 

To  every  faithful  one. 

All  honor  to  our  Sunday-school,  &c. 

2  Its  spacioiTS  doors  stand  open  wide 

To  take  each  wanderer  in. 
And  by  kind  words  and  loving  hearts, 
To  win  them  back  from  sin. 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  101 

And  every  friendless,  homeless  child, 

That  to  its  portals  comes, 
It  welcomes  with  a  brother's  love, 

And  finds  for  them  a  home. 

It  feeds  the  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Tliat  daily  cry  for  food, 
And  clothes  the  naked,  shivering  child, 

With  garments  warm  and  good. 
It  soothes  the  restless  couch  of  pain, 

With  words  of  cheer  and  love  ; 
And  when  all  earthly  comforts  fail, 

Points  to  the  Friend  above. 

It  stands  beside  the  bed  of  death. 

When  other  friend  there's  none, 
To  dry  the  sorrowing  orphan's  tear. 

And  calm  the  widow's  moan. 
And  when  all  earthly  help  is  vain, 

When  death  has  closed  the  scene. 
It  gently  bears  the  sleeping  dust 

To  rest  in  ' '  Evergreens. ' ' 

Sara  Hamiltom. 


116, 


For  CJirisfs  sake  im^mrt  ^  -w- 

thine  alms. 


Plymoutli  Collection,  336. 

SHE  loved  her  Saviour,  and  to  him 
Her  costliest  present  brought ; 
To  crown  his  head,  or  grace  his  name, 
No  gift  too  rare  she  thought. 

So  let  the  Saviour  be  adored. 

And  not  the  poor  despised, 
Give  to  the  hungry  from  your  hoard, 

But  all,  give  all  to  Christ. 


102  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

3  Go,  clothe  the  naked,  lead  the  blind, 

Give  to  the  weary  rest ; 
For  sorrow's  children  comfort  find, 
And  help  for  all  distress' d. 

4  But  give  to  Christ  alone  thy  heart, 

Thy  faith,  tliy  love  supreme  ; 
Then  for  his  sake  thine  ahns  impart. 

And  so  give  all  to  him.  Cii.  Mirror. 


117. 


Labor  on,  wait  in  Jiope.        8.s  &  53, 

Plymouth  Colle>:tion,  339. 


1  "pVERY  day  hath  toil  and  trouble, 
Ju     Every  heart  hath  care  ; 
Meekly  bear  thine  own  full  measure, 

And  thy  brother's  share. 
Fear  not,  shrink  not,  though  the  burden 

Heavy  to  thee  prove  ; 
God  shall  fill  thy  mouth  with  gladness, 

And  thy  heart  with  love. 

2  Patiently  enduring,  ever 

Let  thy  spirit  be  I 

Bound,  by  links  that  cannot  sever,  * 

To  humanity. 
Labor,  wait !  thy  Master  perish'd 

Ere  his  task  was  done  ; 
Count  not  lost  thy  fleeting  moments — 

Life  hath  but  begun. 

3  Labor,  wait !  though  midnight  shadows 

Gather  round  thee  here, 
And  the  storm  above  thee  lowering 
Fill  thy  heart  with  fear — 


LEE    A.TEXUE    COLLECTION.  103 

Wait  in  hope  !  the  morning  dawneth 

When  the  night  is  gone. 
And  a  peaceful  vest  awaits  thee 

When  thy  work  is  done.  Bailey. 


J,  JLo.       The  Accepted  Offering.  7s. 

1  T  OED,  what  olFring  shall  we  bring, 
1j    At  thine  altars  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure  unsullied  spring, 

Whence  the  kind  affections  flow  ; 
Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul. 

By  the  melting  eye  express' d  ; 
Sympathy,  at  whose  control 

[Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast ; 

2  Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind. 

Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor  ; 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind  ; 

Charity,  with  liberal  store  : — 
Teach  us,  0  thou  heavenly  King, 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind, 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring. 

Love  to  thee  and  all  mankind. 

J.  Taylor, 


119."  '^eep  with  them  that  weepy      0.  M. 


^L 


ORD,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 
The  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joys, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe  ! 


104  LEE    AVEXUE    COLLECTION. 

2  Where'er  the  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts,  their  pains  to  feci, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

3  Thus  may  the  sacred  law  of  love 

Through  all  ou]-  actions  shine, 
And  force  a  scOiTii  j;  world  to  own 
The  Christian  name  divine. 


120. 


'■''For  ye  liaxe  the  poor  altrays 
with  youy 


CM. 


OKD,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 
By  lane  and  cell  obscure. 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
Like  his,  upon  the  poor! 

2  Like  him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill ; 
And  that  thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

4  Small  are  the  offerings  we  can  make  ; 

Yet  thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake. 

They  lose  not  their  reward,  Croswell. 


121 


LEE    AYKXUE    COLLECTION.  105 


Go,  labor  ony  L.  M. 


1/^0,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent— 
\J     Thy  jo)"^  to  do  the  Father's  will  : 
It  is  the  way  the  Master  went  ; 
Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

2  Go,  labor  on  ;  'tis  not  for  naught ; 

Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain  : 
Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee  not ; 
The  Master  praises, — what  are  men  ? 

8  Go,  labor  on  ;  enough,  while  liere. 
If  he  shall  praise  thee,  if  he  deign 
Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer  : 
No  toil  for  him  shall  be  in  vain. 

4  Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice  ; 

For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile  home  ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
The  midnight  peal :  "  Behold,  I  come!" 

BOXAR. 


122. 


Go,  labor  on."  L.  M. 


labor  on  ;  your  hands  are  v/eak. 
Your  knees  are  faint,  your  soul  cast  down 
Yet  falter  not ;  the  prize  you  seek 
Is  near — a  kingdom  and  a  crown  ! 

2  Go,  labor  on,  while  it  is  day  ; 

The  world's  dark  night  is  hastening  on  : 
Speed,  speed  thy  work — cast  sloth  away  ! 
It  is  not  thus  that  souls  are  won. 


106  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION". 

3  Men  die  in  darkness  at  j'our  side, 

Without  a  hope  to  cheer  the  tomb  ; 
Take  up  the  torch  and  wave  it  wide — 

The  torch  that  lights  time's  thickest  gloom. 

4  Toil  on—  faint  not— keep  watch  and  pray  ! 

Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win  ; 
Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway  ; 

Compel  the  wanderer  to  come  in.         Bowab. 


123 


Think  gently  of  the  erring  one.   0.  M. 

Plymoutli  Collection,  336. 

1  nPHINK  gently  of  the  erring  one  ! 
JL     Oh.  let  us  not  forget, 
However  darkly  stain'd  by  sin, 

He  is  our  brother  yet ! 

2  Heir  of  the  same  inheritance, 

Child  of  the  self-same  God, 
He  hath  but  stumbled  in  the  path 
We  have  in  weakness  trod. 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones ! 

We  yet  may  lead  them  back. 
With  holy  words,  and  tones  of  love, 
From  misery's  thorny  track. 

4  Forget  not.  brother,  thou  hast  sinn'd 

And  sinful  yet  may'st  be  ; 
Deal  gently  with  the  erring  heart, 
As  God  hath  dealt  with  ithee. 

Miss  Fletcher. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  107 

I  ^A_  Speah  gently.  C.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  324. 

1  O  PEAK  gently— it  is  better  far 
0    To  rule  by  love  thau  fear  ; 
Speak  gently — let  no  harsh  "word  mar 

The  good  we  may  do  here. 

2  Speak  gently  to  the  young — for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear  ; 
Pass  through  the  world  as  best  they  may, 
"lis  full  of  anxious  care. 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 

Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart ; 
The  sands  of  like  are  nearly  run, 
Let  them  in  peace  depart. 

4  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones — 

They  must  have  toil'd  in  vain  ; 
Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so  ; 
Oh,  win  them  back  again  ! 

6  Speak  gently — 'tis  a  little  thing, 
Dropp'd  in  the  heart's  deep  well ; 
The  good,  the  joy,  that  it  may  briiig, 
Eternity  shall  tell.  Bates. 


125 


Chide  mildly  the  erring.       6s  &  5s. 

Plymouth  Sabbath-School  Collection,  17 

1  pHIDE  mildly  the  erring— 
\J     Kind  language  endears  ; 
Grief  follows  the  sinful — 
Add  not  to  their  tears  : 


108  LEE    AVEXUE    COLLECTION. 

Avoid  with  reproaches 
Fresh  pain  to  bestow  ; 

The  heart  which  is  stiickea 
Needs  never  a  blow. 

2  Chide  mildly  the  erring  ; 

Jeer  not  at  thou-  fall  ; 
If  strength  were  but  human, 

How  v.-eakly  were  all ! 
What  marvel  that  footsteps 

Should  wander  astray, 
When  tempests  so  shadow  • 

Life's  wearisome  way? 

3  Chide  mildly  the  erring  ; 

Entreat  them  with  care  ; 
Their  natures  are  mortal— 

They  need  not  despair  : 
We  all  have  some  frailty, 

We  all  are  unwise  ; 
The  grace  which  redeems  us 

Must  shine  from  the  skies. 


1  9  fi    ^''^y  ^  ^^'^^  word  when  you  can.     P.  M. 

Institute  Chonis  Book,  154. 

1  IITHAT  were  life  without  some  one  to  cheer  us, 
T  I       With  a  wort!  or  a  smile  in  our  way — 
A  friend  who  is  ftiithfully  near  us. 

And  heeds  not  what  olhers  may  say  ? 
llie  bravest  of  spirit^i  have  often, 

Half  fail'd  in  the  race  that  they  ran, 
For  a  kind  word,  life's  hardships  to  soften  ; 
So  say  a  kind  word  when  you  can. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  109 

2  Each  one  of  us  owns  to  some  failing, 

'llaoiigh  some  may  have  more  than  the  rest ; 
But  there's  no  good  in  heedlessly  railing 

'Gainst  those  that  are  striving  their  hest. 
Remember,  a  word  spoke  complaining, 

May  blight  every  effort  and  plan, 
Which  a  kind  word  would  help  in  attaining  ; 

So  say  a  kind  word  when  you  can. 

3  Oh  !  say  a  kind  word,  then,  whenever 

'Twill  make  the  heart  cheerful  and  glad  ; 
But  chiefly — forget  it,  oh,  never — • 

To  the  one  that  is  hopeless  and  sad. 
For  there's  no  word  so  easy  in  saying  : 

So  begin,  if  you  have  not  began, 
And  never  in  life  be  delaying, 

To  say  a  kind  word  when  you  can. 


127 


'''•  I  press  towards  the   ^^    ^^     ,  ^^ 
marh:^  10s,  lis,  &m 

1  "D BEAST    the  ,wave,    Christian,    when    it    is 
J)  strongest ; 

Watch  for  day,  Christian,  when  night  is  longest ; 
Onward  and  onward  still  be  thine  endeavor  ; 
The  rest  that  remaineth,  endureth  forever. 

2  Fight  the  fight.  Christian,  Jesus  is  o'er  thee  ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian,  heaven  is  before  thee  ; 
He  who  hath  promised  faltereth  never  ; 

Oh,  trust  in  the  love  that  endureth  forever. 

S  Lift  the  eye.  Christian,  just  as  it  closeth  ; 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian,  ere  it  reposeth  ; 


110  LEE    AVEXUE    COLLECTION. 

Nothing  thy  soul  from  the  Saviour  shall  sever ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  mount  upward  to  praise  him 
forever. 


128.    ^'^^^  '^^"'^'^  ^-f^  ^^^^^^  ^^^^^-         ^-  ^' 

1  FATHER,  I  know  that  all  my  life 
J:      Is  portion' d  out  for  me  ; 

The  changes  that  will  surely  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see  ; 
I  ask  thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 

2  I  ask  thee  for  a  thoughtful  1  :>ve, 

Through  constajit  watchivig  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  joyfrd  smiles, 

And  wipe  the  weeping  ey<'S  ; 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

'lliat  hurries  to  and  fro, 
That  seeks  for  some  gi-eat  thing  to  do,     I  i 

Or  secret  thing  to  know  ;  i 

I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

4  Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts 

To  keep  and  cultivate  ; 
A  work  of  lowly  love  to  do 

For  him  on  whom  I  wait. 

6  I  ask  thee  for  the  daily  strength, 
To  none  that  ask  denied, 


I 


LEE    AVENUE   COLLECTION.  Ill 

A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  thy  side  ; 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  thou  be  glorified. 

And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask, 

Among  my  blessings  be, 
I'd  have  my  spirit  fill'd  the  more 

With  gratefid  love  to  thee  ; 
More  careful — not  to  serve  thee  much, 

But  please  thee  perfectly. 

Anna  L.  Warixo. 


129, 


•s 


Sgo7i  o.nd  forever  icith 
Christ. 


lis  &  12s. 


OON — soon  and  forever  our  union  shall  be 
Made  perfect,  our  glorious  Redeemer,  in  thee; 
The  sins  and  the  sorrows  of  time  shall  be  o'er. 
Its  pangs  and  its  partings  remember'd  no  more  : 
When  life  cannot  fail,  and  when  death  cannot 

sever, 
Then  Christians  with  Christ  shall  be    -soon  and 
.  forever. 

Yes,  soon  and  forever,  we'll  see  as  wo" re  seen. 
And  learn  the  deep  meaning  of  things  that  have 

been  ; 
Then  droop  not  in  sorroAv,  despond  not  in  fear, — 
A  glorious  to-morrow  is  brightening  and  near  ; 
When — blessed  reward  of  each  faithful  endeav- 


or 


True  Christians  with  Christ  shall  be — soon  and 
forever  !  J.  B.  Moxsell. 


113  LKE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

-I  Q A      ''We  walk  hy  faith,  not  hy 
1  WE  did  not  see  thee  lifted  high, 


KM. 


hen  men  thy  sacred  body  slew, 
Nor  heard  thy  meek,  imploring  cry  : 

"Forgive,  they  know  not  what  they  do !" 
Yet  we  believe  the  deed  was  done 
Which  shook  the  earth  and.  veil'd  the  sun. 

2  We  stood  not  by  the  empty  tomo 

Where,  Lord,  thy  sacred  body  lay. 
Nor  sat  within  that  upper  room, 

Nor  met  thee  in  the  open  way  : 
But  we  believe  that  angels  said,  . 

"  Why  seek  the  living  with  the  dead  t"         \ 

3  We  did  not  mark  the  chosen  few, 

When  thou  didst  through  the  clouds  ascend^ 
First  lift  to  heaven  their  wondering  view, 

Then  to  the  earth  all  prostrate  bend  : 
Yet  we  believe  that  mortal  eyes 
Beheld  that  journey  to  the  skies. 

4  And  now  that  thou  dost  reign  on  high. 

And  thence  thy  waiting  people  bless  ; 
No  ray  of  glory  from  the  sky 

Doth  shine  upon  our  wilderness  : 
But  we  believe  thy  faithful  word, 
And  trust  in  our  redeeming  Lord. 


131 


LEE   ATEXTTE   COLLECTION.  113 

The  Eden  alove. 

Revival  Melodies,  1  J. 

1  \^/"E'RE  bound  for  the  land  of  the  pure  and  the 

>T  holy, 

'Hie  home  of  the  happy,  the  kingdom  of  love, 
Ye  wanderers  from  God  in  the  bioad  road  of  folly, 
Oh  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 

Will  you  go,  will  you  go, 
Oh  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 

2  In  that  blessed  land,  neither  sighing  nor  anguish 

Can  breathe  in  the  fields  where  the  glorified 
rove  : 
Ye  heart- burden' d  ones  who  in  misery  languish, 
Oh  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 

3  Nor  fraud,  nor  deceit,  nor  the  hand  of  oppression, 

Can  injure  the  dwellers  in  that  holy  grove  : 
No  wickedness  there,  not  a  shade  of  transgres- 
sion ; 
Oh  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 

4  No  poverty  there — no,  the  saints  are  all  wealthy, 

The  heirs  of  his  glory  whose  nature  is  love  ; 
Nor  sickness  can  reach  them — that  country  is 
healthy  : 
Oh  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 

5  Each  saint  has  a  mansion  prepared  and  all  fur- 

nish'd, 
Ere  from  this  clay  house  he  is  summon' d  to 

move  ; 
Its  gates  and  its  towers  with  glory  are  burnish'd  ; 
Oh  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 


114  LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION. 

6  March  on,  happy  pilgrims  I  that  land  ia  before 

you, 
And  soon  its  ten  thousand  delights  we  will 

prove  : 
Yes,  soon  we  shall  walk  o'er  the  hills  of  bright 

glory, 
And  drink  the  pure  joys  of  the  Eden  above. 

7  And  yet,  guilty  sinner,  we  would  not  forsake 

thee, 
We  halt  yet  a  moment  as  onward  we  move  ; 
©h  come  to  thy  Lord — in  his  arms* he  will  take. 

thee, 
And  bear  thee  along  to  the  Eden  above. 

8  Methinks  thou  art  now  in  thy  wretchedness  say- 

ing, 

Oh,  who  can  this  guilt  from  my  conscience  re- 
move ? 
No  other  but  Jesus  :  then  come  to  him  praying, 

Prepare  me,  0  Lord,  lor  the  Eden  above. 


-1  q  O  ^y^^re  going  Home.  P.  M. 

Revivnl  Melodies,  8. 

1  IXTE'RE  going  home,  we've  had  visions  bright, 

T  T    Of  that  holy  land,  that  world  of  light, 
Where  the  long  dark  night  of  time  is  past, 
And  the  morn  of  eternity  dawns  at  last ; 
Where  the  weary  saint  no  more  shall  roam, 
But  dwell  in  a  happy,  peaceful  home  ; 
Where  the  brow  with  sparkling  gems  is  crown'd, 
'  And  the  waves  of  bliss  are  flowing  around. 

2  We're  going  home,  we  soon  shall  be 
Where  the  sky  is  clear  and  all  are  free  ; 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTIOX.  115 

Where  the  victoi-'s  song  floats  o'er  the  plain, 
And  the  seraph's  anthems  blend  with  its  strain  ; 
Where  the  sun  rolls  down  its  brilliant  flood, 
And  beams  on  a  world  that  is  fair  and  good  ; 
Where  stars,  once  dimm'd  at  nature's  doom, 
Will  ever  shine  o'er  the  new  earth  bloom. 

3  Where  the  tears  and  sighs  which  here  were  given, 
Are  exchanged  for  the  gladsome  song  of  heaven  ; 
Where  the  beauteous  forms  which  sing  and  shine, 
Are  guarded  well  by  a  hand  divine  ; 

Where  the  banner  of  love  and  friendship's  wand 
Are  waving  above  that  princely  band, 
And  the  glory-of  God,  like  a,  boundless  sea, 
Will  cheer  that  immortal  company. 

4  'Mid  the  ransom'd  throng,  'mid  the  sea  of  bliss, 
'Mid  the  holy  city's  gorgeousness, 

'Mid  the  verdant  plains,  'mid  angel's  cheer, 
'Mid  the  saints  that  around  the  throne  appear  ; 
Where  the  Conqueror's  song,  as  it  sounds  afar, 
Is  wafted  on  the  ambrosial  air  ; 
Through  endless  years  we  then  shall  prove 
The  depth  of  a  Saviour's  matchless  love. 


133. 


A  Home  in  Glory.  83  &  7s. 

Waters'  S.  S.  Music  Book,  8. 

1     A    LITIXE  longer  here  below^ 
-TX    And  we'll  go  home  to  glory. 
Where  joy  supreme  we  all  shall  know. 
In  yon  bright  world  of  glory. 
Glory,  halleluiah — 
A  home  we'll  have  in  Paradise, 
Oh,  glory,  halleluiah  ! 


116  LEE   AYEXUE   COLLECTION. 

2  We  hope  to  meet  our  brethren  there, 

In  heaven,  our  home  of  gh)ry, 
Who  oft  have  join'd  with  lis  in  prayer, 
And  praise  of  God,  in  glory. 

3  Come,  fellow-sinners,  flee  for  life, 

Theies  joom  for  you  in  glory  ; 
Forsake  your  sins,  and  come  to  Christ, 
And  find  a  home  in  glory. 


134 
4 


/  Tiave  a  Father.  P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  Xo.  3,  2. 

HAVE  a  Father  in  the  promised  land, 
My  Father  calls  me,  I  must  go. 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 

I'll  away,  I'll  away  to  the  promised  land, 

My  Father  calls  me,  I  must  go, 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 

2  I  have  a  Saviour  in  the  promised  land. 

My  Saviour  calls,  I  must  go. 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land,  ^.c. 

3  I  have  a  crown  in  the  promised  land, 

When  Jesus  calls  me,  I  must  go, 
To  wear  it  in  the  promised  land,  «&c. 

4  I  hope  to  meet  you  in  the  promised  land. 

At  Jesus'  feet  a  joyous  band  ; 
We'll  praise  him  in  the  promised  land,  &c. 


135, 


LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION.  117, 

No  Rest  Here.  P.  M. 

Auniversr.ry  Hymns,  No.  S,  16. 

1  TTERE  o'ei-  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam, 
XI     Here  is  no  rest,  here  is  no  rest ! 
Here  as  a  pilgrim  I  wander  alone, 

Yet  I  am  blest,  yet  I  am  blest !' 
For  I  look  forward  to  that  gloiious  day 
When  sin  and  sorrow  shall  vanish  away  : 
My  heart  doth  leap  while  I  hear  Jesus  say, 

There,  there  is  rest !  there  is  rest ! 

2  Here  are  afflictions  and  trials  severe, 

Here  is  no.  rest,  here  is  no  rest ! 
Here  I  must  part  with  the  friends  I  hold  dear, 

Yet  I  am  blest,  yet  I  am  blest ! 
Sweet  is  the  promise  I  read  in  his  word  : 
Blessed  are  those  who  have  died  in  the  Lord, 
They  have  been  call'd  to  receive  their  reward, 

There,  there  is  rest !  there  is  rest ! 

3  This  world  of  cares  is  a  wilderness  state. 

Here  is  no  rest,  here  is  no  rest ! 
Hear  I  must  bear  from  the  world  all  its  hate, 

Yet  I  am  blest,  yet  I  am  blest ! 
Soon  shall  I  be  from  the  wicked  released, 
Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest, 
Soon  shall  I  lean  upon  Jesus'  own  breast, 

There,  there  is  rest !  there  is  rest ! 


136, 


^0 


Novo  is  our  SaldaUon  nearer 
than  when  we  helievedy 

NE  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er, 


S.M. 


118  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

Nearer  m)'  parting  hour  am  I 
Tliaii  e'er  I  was  before. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
Nearer  the  throne  where  Jesus  reigns, 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea  ; 

3  Nearer  my  going  home, 

Laying  my  burden  down, 
Leaving  my  cross  of  heavy  grief, 
"Wearing  my  starry  crown. 

4  Nearer  that  hidden  stream 

Winding  through  shades  of  night, 
Eolling  its  cohl  dark  waves  between 
Me  and  the  world  of  light. 

5  Jesus  !  to  thee  I  cling  : 

Strengthen  my  arm  of  faith  ; 
Stay  near  me  wliile  my  waywoin  feet 
Pass  through  the  stream  of  death. 


137.  ^^^^^'^  Pilgrim.  P.  M 

1  piLGEIMS  we  are,  to  C-anaan  bound, 
L  Our  journey  lies  along  this  road  ; 
Tliis  wilderness  we  travel  round, 

To  reach  the  city  of  our  God. 
0  happy  pilgrims,  spotless  fair. 
What  makes  your  robes  so  white  appear? 
Our  robes  arc  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood. 
And  we  are  travelling  home  to  God. 

2  A  few  more  days,  or  weeks,  or  years, 

In  this  dark  desert  to  complain  ; 

A  few  more  sighs,  a  few  more  tears, 

And  we  shall  bid  adieu  to  pain. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLKCTIOX.  119 

-j  qo  Oh!  wlios  llTce  Jcsnd?  L.  M. 

Madge's  S.  S.  Music  Book,  ii. 

1  TESUS,  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone  : 
fj    He  Avhom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  trade  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

Oh  !   who's  like  Jesus  who  died  on  the  tree? 

He  died  for  you,  he  died  for  me, 

He  died  to  set  poor  sinners  free. 

Oh  !  who's  like  Jesus  who  died  on  the  tree  ? 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment ; 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn' d  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say  : 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way  !" 

6  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  '"  Behold,  the  way  to  God  !" 

CE^'NICK. 


180  LEE    AVEXUE    collection 

iQQ  Home  at  last.  P.M. 

Aimivergary  Kymns,  No.  3,  15. 

1  TyE  live  as  pilgrims  and  strangers  below, 

Tf       We're  homeward  bound  ; 
Though  often  tempted,  yet  onward  we  go, 

We're  homeward  bound. 
Tiials  and  crosses  we  cheerfully  bear, 
Toils  and  temptations  expecting  to  share, 
We  hasten  forward,  content  with  the  fare, 
We're  homeward  bound. 

2  Earth  with  its  trifles  we  all  have  resign'd. 

We're  homeward  bound  ; 
Heaven,  with  its  glories,  we  shortly  shall  find, 

We're  homeward  bound. 
Sinful  amusements  no  longer  are  dear, 
Oh,  how  delusive  and  vain  they  appear, 
While  to  our  home  we  are  drawing  so  near, 

We're  homeward  hound. 

3  We'll  tell  the  world  as  we  journey  along, 

We're  homeward  bound  ; 
Try  to  persuade  them  to  enter  our  throng. 

We're  homeward  bound. 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  forlorn  and  oppress'd, 
Join  in  our  number,  oh,  come  and  be  blest ; 
Journey  with  us  to  the  mansions  of  rest. 

We're  homeward  bound. 


14:0  The  Promised  Land.  CM. 

Anniversnrj-  Hjinns,  Xo.  3,  9. 

1  W"^'^'^  marching  to  the  promised  land, 
T  T    A  land  all  fair  and  bright ; 
Come  join  our  happy,  youthful  band, 
And  seek  the  plains  of  light. 


LEE   AYENUE    COLLECTION.  121 

Oh,  come  and  join  onr  jouthful  band, 
Our  songs  and  triumphs  share  ; 

We  soon  shall  reach  tlie  promised  land, 
And  rest  forever  there. 

2  The  Saviour  feeds  his  little  flock, 

His  grace  is  freely  given  ; 
The  living  waters  from  the  rock, 
And  daily  bread  from  heaven. 

3  In  that  bright  land  no  sin  is  found. 

But  all  are  happy  there  ; 
And  youthful  voices  there  shall  join, 
With  the  angelic  choir. 

4  Our  teachers  kind  do  point  the  way, 

And  guide  our  feet  aright, 
To  those  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 
Where  Jesus  is  the  light. 


J_4:T.  ^^  won't  he  long.  0.  M. 

1  A  RISE,  my  soul,  to  Pisgah's  height, 
A.    And  view  the  promised  land, 
And  see  by  faith  the  glorious  sighit, 

Our  heritage  at  hand. 

We'll  stem  the  storm,  it  won't  be  long  ; 

The  heavenly  port  is  nigh  : 
We'll  stem  the  storm,  it  won't  be  long  ; 
W^e'U  anchor  by  and  by. 

2  There  endless  springs  of  pleasure  flow 

At  my  Redeemer's  side, 
For  all  who  live  by  faith  below, 
And  in  their  Lord  confide. 


122  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTIOIT. 

3  Fair  Salem's  dazzling  gates  are  seen, 

Just  o'er  the  narrow  flood, 
And  fields  adorn' d  in  living  green, 
The  residence  of  God. 

4  My  conflicts  here  will  soon  be  past, 

Where  wild  destraction  reigns  ; 
Througli  toil  and  death  I'll  reach  at  last 
Fair  Canaan's  happy  plains. 

5  Oh,  could  I  cross  rough  Jordan's  waye, 

No  danger  would  I  fear  ; 
My  hark  would  every  tempest  brave. 
For  oh  !  my  Captain's  near. 

6  My  lamp  of  life  \sdll  soon  grow  pale, 

The  spark  will  soon  decay  ; 
And  then  my  happy  soul  will  sing 
To  everlasting  day. 


142, 


Horacward  ioiind.  P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  Nc.  3,  15. 

1  AUT  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride, 

yj  We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound; 
Toss'd  on  the  waves  of  a  rough,  restless  tide. 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 
Far  from  the  safe,  quiet  harbor  we've  rode, 
Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode, 
Promise  of  which  on  us  each  he  bestow'd. 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 

2  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars, 
We're  homev/ard  bound,  homeward  bound  ; 
Look  !  yonder  lie  the  bright  heavenly  shores, 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  123 

Steady,  0  pilot!  stand  firm  at  the  wheel, 
Steady  !  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale, 
Oh  !  how  we  fly  neath  the  loud-creaking  sail  ! 
We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 


14 


Q  Upward.  6s  &  is. 

Plynioutli  Collection. 

1  VTEARER,  my  God,  to  thee, 
i  1    Nearer  to  thee  ! 

E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raise th  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'll  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

3  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  thou  scndest  me. 

In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God.  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

I'right  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 


124  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee ! 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing 
Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly  ; 
Still,  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee! 
Nearer  to  thee ! 

Sarai»  F.  Adams. 


144.       Then  would  I  fly  away.  P.  M. 

1  AH,  for  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love, 
yj     To  waft  my  soul  away, 

To  that  celestial  place  above, 

Where  pleasures  ne'er  decay. 
Come,  my  Saviour,  0  my  Saviour, 

Come  and  bless  thy  people  now. 

While  at  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow, 

Oh,  come  and  save  us  now  ; 
Then  we  will  sing  our  suflerings  o'er, 
And  praise  thee  evermore. 

2  Eternal  Spirit,  deign  to  be 

Our  pilot  here  below, 
To  steer  through  life's  tempestuous  sea, 
Where  stormy  winds  do  blow. 

3  From  rocks  of  pride  on  either  hand. 

From  (juicksands  of  despair — 
Oh,  guide  us  safe  to  Canaan's  land, 
Through  every  latent  snare. 


LEE    ATENUE    COLLECTION.  125 

4  Anchor  lis  in  that  port  ahovc, 
On  that  cek^stial  shore, 
Where  dashinj^  hillows  never  move, 
Where  tempests  never  roar. 


145. 


Harvest  Hymn.  P.  M. 

1  \rOW  the  golden  ear 

ll      Waits  the  reajjer's  liand, — 
Banish  every  fear, 
Plenty  fills  the  land. 
Joyfully  raise  songs  of  praise  ; 

Goodness,  goodness, 
Crowns  our  days  ; 

Yet  again  swell  the  strain. 
He  who  feeds  the  hirds  that  fly, 
Will  our  daily  wants  supply. 

2  As  the  manna  lay 

On  the  desert  gi'ound — 
So  from  diiy  to  day. 
Mercies  flow  around. 

3  As  a  father's  love 

Gives  his  children  bread, — 
So  oar  God  above. 
Grants,  and  we  are  fed. 


X4(3.  ^^  sliaUfiy  away  as  a  dream.     P.  M. 

1  /"10ME,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue. 
V         Roll  round  with  tlie  year. 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear. 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fidtil, 

And  our  talents  iniprov*- 
r>y  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of  love. 


126  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ;  our  time  as  a  stream 

Glides  swiftly  away  ; 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 
The  arrow  is  flown,  tlie  moment  is  gone  ; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

3  Oh,  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 
I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to 

do." 
Oh,   that  each  from  his  Lord  m?y  receive  the 
glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne." 

C.  Wkslky. 


147 

^0 


Eappy  Bay.  P.  M. 

HAPPY  day  !  when  God's  dear  Son 
From  heaven  to  earth  came  down ; 
Assumed  our  nature,  bore  our  sin. 
To  raise  us  to  his  throne. 

Happy,  happy,  happy  day  ! 
Happy,  happy,  happy  day  ! 
0  happy  day  !     Hallelujah  ! 

Hallelujah  !     Amen ! 
Amen,  Amen,  Amen,  Amen,  Amen! 

2  0  happy  day  !  when  first  our  feet 

To  Sabbath-schools  were  led  ; 
Where  we  such  kind  instructors  meet, 
And  feed  on  heavenly  bread. 

3  0  happy  day  !  when  by  thy  grace, 

Of  sin  convinced  we  stood  ; 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION".  .127 

And  pray'd  for  pardon  and  for  peace, 
Through  Jesus'  precious  hlood. 

4  0  happy  day  !  the  Sabbath  day, 

When  we,  thy  people,  meet 
Within  tliy  courts,  to  praise  and  pray, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet. 

5  0  happy  day  !  when  Christ  shall  see 

The  travail  of  his  soul ; 
When  Jew  and  Gentile,  bond  and  free, 
Shall  yield  to  his  control. 

6  0  happy  day  !  0  glorious  day  ! 

When,  with  the  saints  above, 
We  and  our  teachers  join  the  lay, 
To  praise  redeeming  love. 


148 


Christmas  Morning.  P.  M. 


1  \[0W,  dear  children,  can  you  tell, 
li    Do  you  know  the  story  well. 
Every  girl  and  every  boy, 

Why  the  angels  sang  for  joy 
On  the  Christmas  morning  ? 

2  Yes,  we  know  the  story  well  ; 
Listen  now,  and  hear  us  tell, 
Every  girl  and  every  boy, 
Why  the  angels  sang  for  joy 

On  the  Christmas  morning. 

3  Shepherds  sat  upon  the  ground, 
Fleecy  flocks  were  scatter'd  round, 
AVhen  the  brightness  fiU'd  the  sky, 
And  the  song  was  heard  on  high 

On  the  Christmas  morning. 


i28  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

4  Joy  and  peace  the  angels  sang, 
And  the  pleasant  echoes  rang 
Peace  on  earth,  to  men  good-will ; 
Hark,  the  angels  sing  it  still 
On  the  Christmas  morning  ! 

o  For  a  little  babe  that  day 
( 'hrist,  the  Lord  of  angels,  lay — 
I'.orn  on  earth  our  Lord  to  be  ; 
This  the  wondering  angels  see 
On  tlie  Christmas  morning.. 

6  liCt  us  sing  the  angels'  song, 
And  our  pleasant  notes  prolong  ; 
This  fair  Babe  of  Bethlehem 
Children  loves,  and  blesses  them 
On  the  Christmas  morning. 


149 


Cliristmas  Carol.  P.  M, 

Waters'  S.  S.  Musi.:  Book,  J8. 

1  TJAEK.  the  angels,  singing, 
Jl  Wake  the  happy  morn, 
Joyful  tidin.us  bringing, 

"  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  born! 
In  a  lowly  manger 

(This  shall  be  the  sign), 
See  the  new-born  stranger. 
Hail  tlie  Rabe  divine  !' 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  in  the  highest  sing — 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  to  our  God  and  king  ! 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  peace  to  earth  again! 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  and  good-will  to  men ! 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  129 

2  Sisters  dear  and  brothers, 

Sing,  sing  awu}' ! 
This,  of  all  the  others. 

Is  the  chikhen's  day. 
Hear  its  blessed  story  : 

"  Once,  as  young  as  we, 
Christ,  the  Prince  of  Glory, 

Slept  on  Mary's  knee." 

3  "Where's  a  chorus  meeter 

For  his  advent  here  ? 
"Where  a  carol  sweeter 

To  his  gentle  ear  ? 
Xone  can  come  so  near  him, 

The  Holy,  Undefiled, 
None  so  love  and  fear  him, 

As  a  Christian  child. 

4  In  the  highest  regions, 

Now  upon  his  throne, 
All  the  blood-bought  legions 

Claim  him  Lord  alone  : 
But  of  all  who  adore  him 

With  triumphant  song. 
Children  stand  before  him 

la  the  greatest  throng. 

5  Let  us  then  pursue  him 

To  his  throne  of  grace, 
Let  us  pray  unto  him, 

Looking  in  his  face  : 
*'  Once  in  childhood's  weakness, 

Christ,  like  us  wert  thou  ; 
In  love,  truth,  and  meekness, 

Make  us  like  thee  now  !" 
9 


130  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTIOJiT. 

6  This,  of  all  the  others, 
Is  the  children's  <lay, 
Sisters  dear  and  brothers, 

Sing,  sing  away. 
Bless  him  for  its  story  : 

"  Once  as  yoinig  as  we, 
Jesus,  Lord  of  gloiy, 
Slept  on  Mary's  knee." 

Geo.  \V.  Bethunk,  D.  D. 


~i  KCi     The  Merry  Christinas  Bells.        P.M. 

Cyntliarn. 

1  TTARK  !  hark  !  to  the  merry  Christmas  bells, 
XI     How  pleasantly  they  chime  ! 

A  tone  of  joy  their  music  swells, 

For  the  holy,  hallow'd  time. 
They  tell  of  the  bright  and  glorious  day 

When  a  Saviour  sprung  to  birth, 
When  Bethlehem's  star  of  a  silvery  ray, 

Lit  the  glad  and  smiling  earth. 

2  They  tell  of  the  manger's  lowly  bed. 

Where  the  holy  Babe  was  found, 
Where  the  straw  alone  uphehl  his  head 

From  the  cold  and  hoof- trod  ground. 
Humble  and  mean  was  the  shelter  there, 

For  our  God's  anointed  Son  ; 
But  bright  as  the  regions  of  upper  air 

Was  the  glorious  meed  he  won. 

3  He  came  to  give  a  world  of  gloom 

A  radiance  forever  bright, 
Then  sank  to  the  dark  and  shrouding  tomb, 
That  sinners  might  live  in  light. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  131 

Then  loud  let  each  young  and  g#vteful  voice 

In  this  Sabbath-school  arise, 
And  every  heart  in  his  praise  rejoice, 

Till  it  reaches  the  vaulted  skies. 

"Where  he  reigns  in  his  eternal  home, 

The  Redeemer  softly  said  : 
*■  Suffer  these  little  children  to  come, 

For  of  such  is  my  kingdom  made." 
"Where  he  reigns  in  his  eternal  home, 

The  Redeemer  softly  said  • 
"  Suffer  these  little  children  to  come, 

For  of  such  is  my  kingdom  made. 


151. 


Christmas  Hymn.  P.  M. 


1  TN  the  dying  of  the  year, 

X     Happy,  happy  shall  we  be  ; 
In  the  dying  of  the  year, 

Happy,  happy  shall  we  be  ; 
In  the  dying  of  the  year. 
The  world  is  cold  and  drear, 
But  no  gloom  can  reach  us  here, 

And  happy  shall  we  be. 

2  Ring  out  the  Christmas  rh)'me, 

Happy,  happy  shall  we  be,  &c. 
Ring  out  the  Christmas  rhyme, 
For  the  year  has  no  such  time 
In  her  fall,  or  bloom,  or  prime  ; 

And  happy  shall  we  be. 

3  There  is  "  Glory"  from  the  sky, 

Happy,  happy  shall  we  be,  &c. 
There  is  "Glory"  from  the  sky, 
"Glory,  glory!"  we  reply, 


132  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

"  Glop^  be  to  God  on  high !" 
And  happy  shall  we  be. 

4  Good  news  onr  bosoms  thrill, 

Happy,  happy  shall  we  be,  &c. 
Good  news  our  bosoms  thrill, 
Peace  all  the  earth  shall  fill, 
God  sends  to  men  good-will, 
And  happy  shall  we  be. 

0  "  Good  news !"  the  angels  say, 

Happy,  happ)'  shall  we  be,  &c. 

"  Good  news  !"  the  angels  ^y, 

For  Christ  was  born  to-day, 

And  in  the  manger  lay, 

And  happy  shall  we  be. 

6  As  we  gather  round  onr  King, 

Happy,  happy  shall  we  be,  &c. 
As  we  gather  roiuid  our  King, 
No  costly  gifts  we  bring. 
But  he  loves  to  hear  us  sing. 

And  happy  shall  we  be. 

7  0  Babe  of  Bethlehem,  thou— 

Happy,  happy  shall  we  be,  &c. 
0  Babe  of  Bethlehem,  thou 
To  death  for  us  didst  bow. 
But  thou  reign' st  in  glory  now, 

And  happy  shall  we  be. 

8  Through  life  thy  grace  impart, 

Happy,  happy  shall  we  be,  &c. 
Througli  life  thy  gn\ce  impart. 
To  every  youthful  heart, 
Then  take  us  where  thou  art. 

And  happy  shall  we  be. 

Gko.  \V.  Bethune,  D.D. 


152. 


LEE    AYEXIJE    COLLECTIOX.  138 


TJiG  Xame  of  Jesus.  P.  M. 


1  T^HERE  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth, 
JL     No  name  so  sweet  in  heaven, 
The  name,  before  his  wondrous  birth, 

To  Christ  the  Saviour  given. 

We  love  to  sing  around  our  King, 

And  hail  him  blessed  Jesus  ; 
For  there's  no  word  ear  ever  heard, 
So  dear,  so  sweet  as  Jesus. 

2  His  human  name  they  did  proclaim, 

When  Abram's  son  they  seal'd  him. 
The  name  that  still,  by  God's  good-will, 
Deliverer  reveal' d  him. 

3  And  when  he  hung  upon  the  tree, 

They  wrote  this  name  above  him, 
That  all  might  see  the  reason  we 
Forever  more  must  love  him. 

4  So  now  upon  his  Father's  throne, 

Almighty  to  release  us 
From  sin  and  pains,  he  gladly  reigns, 
The  Prince  and  Saviour  Jesus. 

5  To  Jesus  every  knee  shall  bow, 

And  every  tongue  confess  him, 
And  we  unite  with  saints  in  light, 
Our  only  Lord  to  bless  him. 

6  0  Jesus,  by  that  raatx^hless  name. 

Thy  grace  shall  fail  us  never  ; 
To-day  as  yesterday  the  same. 
Thou  art  the  same  forever. 


134  LEE   ATENUE    COLLECTION. 

Then  let  us  sing  around  our  King, 
The  faithful,  precious  Jesus  ; 

There's  not  a  word  ear  ever  heard, 
So  dear,  so  sweet  as  Jesus. 

Geo.  W.  Bethlne.  D.D. 


K  Q    The  happy  morn  Ke  hail  again.    P.  M 

*  Sheet  Masic,  D.  P.  Horton. 

1  nnHE  happy  morn  we  hail  again, 

X     When  heaven  seems  smiling  o'er  us  ; 
And  from  the  sky  in  joyful  strain, 
Breaks  forth  the  angels'  chorus. 

Peace  on  earth,  good- will  to  men  ; 

Glory  in  the  highest. 

2  And  with  the  humble  shepherd  throng, 

Around  his  cradle  manger, 
"We  gather  now  with  prayer  and  praise, 
To  greet  the  infant  stranger. 

3  We  bring  no  gems,  nor  rich  perfume, 

Nor  wisdom's  years  before  him  ; 
But  come  in  childhood's  early  bloom, 
In  childhood's  praise  to  adore  him. 

4  For  thou  who  wert  thyself  a  child, 

In  more  than  infant  meekness, 
Wilt  never  in  thy  mercy  mild. 
Despise  our  childhood's  weakness. 

6  Oh  !  send  thy  Spirit,  us  to  bless. 
That  in  thy  footsteps  holy, 
Our  feet  may  turn  to  righteousness 
From  paths  of  sin  and  folly. 


LEE    ATEXUE    COLLECTION.  135 

6  Then,  led  by  thee,  our  souls  shall  rise, 
Where  thou  hast  gone  before  us  ; 
And  bless  thee  ever  in  the  skies 
That  earth  has  heard  the  chorus. 


1 54.  ^'^'^  -^^''^»  </  Lif^  «^'^^  Death,       S.  M. 

1  AH,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 
\J     Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole  ; 
The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
'Tis  not  the  ichole  of  life  to  live, 

Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

2  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears. 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 

And  all  that  life  is  love  ; — ■ 
There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 
Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 

Around  the  "  second  death  !" 

3  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun. 
Lest  we  be  banish' d  from  thy  face, 

And  evermore  undone  : 
Here  would  we  end  our  quest ; 

Alone  are  found  in  thee. 
The  life  of  perfect  love, — the  rest 

Of  immortality.  Montgomery. 


136  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTIOX. 

^  KK         The  Chrktiun  Victor.  P.  M. 

Revival  Melodies,  16. 

1  TTAPPY  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay  ; 
Jl  Happy  the  soul  that  goes  bounding  away  ; 
Singing  as  upward  it  hastes  to  the  skies, 
Victory  !  victory  !  homeward  I  rise. 

Many  the  toils  it  has  pass'd  through  helow, 
Many  the  seasons  of  trial  and  woe  ; 
Many  the  douhtings  it  never  should  sing, 
Victory  !  victory  !  thus  on  the  wing. 

2  How  can  we  wish  them  recall'd  from  their  home, 
Longer  in  sorrowing  exile  to  roam  ? 

Safely  they  pass'd  from  their  troubles  beneath, 

Victory  !  victory  !  shouting  in  death. 

Thus  let  them  slumber,  till  Christ  from  the  skies 

Bids  them  in  glorified  body  arise  ; 

Singing,  as  upv/ard  they  spring  from  the  tomb. 

Victory  !  victory  !  Jesus  hath  come  ! 


156. 


TJiey  rest.  8s  &  7s. 


1  TVTEEP  not  for  a  brother  deceased  ; 

T  I     Our  loss  is  his  infinite  gain  ; 
A  soul  out  of  prison  released, 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain  ; 
"With  songs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 

And  mount  with  his  spirit  above, 
Escaped  to  the  mansions  of  light, 

And  lodged  in  the  Eden  of  love. 

2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gain'd, 

Outflying  the  tempest  and  wind  ; 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION". 

His  rest  he  bath  sooner  obtain'd. 

And  left  his  companions  behind  : 
Still  tof^s'd  on  a  s^a  of  distres.s, 

Hard  toiling  to  nial<e  the  blest  shore, 
Where  all  is  assurance  and  peace, 

And  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more. 

3  There  all  the  ship's  company  meet, 

Who  sail'd  with  the  Saviour  beneath 
With  shouting  each  other  they  greet, 

And  triumph  o'er  sorrow  and  death: 
llie  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end  ; 

The  mortal  affliction  is  past : 
The  age  that  in  heaven  they  spend, 

Forever  and  ever  shall  last. 


157. 


River  of  Death.  P.M. 

1    piVER  of  death,  thy  stream  I  see. 

li  Between  the  bright  city  of  rest  and  nie  ; 
Fearless  thy  sable  surge  111  brave, 
For  sweet  is  the  prospect  o'er  thy  ware. 
Waft  me.  oh,  waft  me  safely  o'er, 
And  land  me,  dear  Saviour,  on  Canaan's  shore 

•1  Why  should  I  fear  to  stem  thy  tide, 

With  him  who  has  loved  me,  as  guard  and  guide' 

Wisdom  and  power  control  thy  flood, 

While  faith  says  my  passage  was  paid  Avith  blood. 

;)  What  is  it  gilds  thy  darksome  foam  ? 

Tis  light  shining  forth  from  my  happy  home. 
Jtusic  that  thrills  my  soid  to  hear, 
Seems  floating  me  over  thv  surface  drear. 


138  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

4  Help  me,  I  feel  the  waters  rise, 

Yet  visions  of  glory  still  glad  my  eyes. 
8aviorir,  I  come — I  soon  shall  be 
Amoug  the  blest  purchase  of  Calvary. 


~|  p:^  O         /  hiow  thou  art  gone  !  P.  M. 

Wnters'  S .  S .  Music  Book,  9. 

1  T  KNOW  thou  art  gone  to  the  home  of  thy  rest , 
JL    Then  why  should  mj'^  soul  be  so  sad  ? 

I  know  thou  art  gone  where  the  weaiv  are  blest, 
And  the  mourner  looks  up  and  is  glad. 
I  never  look  up  with  a  wish  to  the  sky, 
But  a  light  like  thy  beauty  is  there  ; 
And  I  hear  a  low  murmur  like  thine  in  reply, 
When  I  pour  out  my  spirit  in  prayer. 

2  In  thy  far-a-way  home,  wherever  it  be, 

I  know  thou  hast  visions  of  mine  ; 
And  my  heart  hath  revealings  of  thine  and  of  thee, 
In  many  a  token  and  sigh. 

3  In  the  hush  of  the  night,  on  the  waste  of  the  sea. 

Or  alone  with  the  breeze  on  the  hill, 
I  have  ever  a  presence  that  whispers  of  thee, 
And  my  spirit  lies  down  and  is  still. 


159, 


Home  at  Last.  P.  M. 

Revival  Melodies,  26. 


1  TTOMEatlast!  home  at  last ! 
Ji     From  an  earthly  shore, 
For  oh  !  I've  join'd  the  ransom'd  ones, 
Who  pass'd  on  long  before. 


LEE   AYENUE   COLLECTION.  139 

Here  each  tear  is  wiped  away 

By  God,  the  Holy  One  ; 
There's  nanglit  but  songs  of  joy  and  praise 

Pvound  the  Eternal  throne. 

2  The  pure  in  heart !  the  pure  in  heart ! 

Robed  in  spotless  white, 
Are  here  with  starry  crowns  of  joy, 

All  gloriously  bright. 
Some  I  loved  so  long  ago, 

Who  left  me  sad  and  lone, 
I  meet  among  the  heavenly  host, 

Within  our  Father's  home. 

u  Safe  at  home  !  safe  at  home  ! 

Oh,  let  the  echo  go, 
To  soothe  the  hearts  that  mourn  me  yet, 

In  that  first  home  below. 
His  dear  arms  are  round  me  now, 

Who  was  for  sinners  slain  ; 
Through  him  I've  won  eternal  life, 

For  me  to  die  was  gain. 
Safe  at  home  !  safe  at  home  ! 

From  an  earthly  shore  ; 
I'll  bless  and  praise  thee,  0  my  God, 

Forever,  evermore.  Mrs.  M'Leod. 


160, 


Bust  to  Dust.  P.  M. 

UST,  receive  thy  kindred  ! 
Earth,  take  now  thine  own! 
To  thee  this  trust  is  render' d  ; 
In  thee  this  seed  is  sown. 


^D 


2  Cla.sp  it  kindly,  fondly, 
To  cherish,  not  destroy  ; 


140  LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION. 

Clasp  it  as  the  mother 
Clasps  her  nestling  joy. 

S  Guard  the  precious  treasure. 
Ever-faithful  tomb ! 
Keep  it  all  unrifled, 
Till  the  Master  come.  Bonak. 


161 


We  miss  tJice  in  tliij  jy^ace  at       ^  -. j- 
scJiool. 

PlymoutU  CollectisD,  AU. 

1  TVTE  miss  thcc  in  thy  place  at  school, 

T!    And  on  thy  homeward  way, 
Where  violets  by  the  reedy  pool, 
Peep  out  so  shyly  gay. 

2  And  many  a  tearful,  longing  look 

In  silence  seeks  thee  vet, 
AVhere.  in  its  own  familiar  nook, 
Thy  fireside  chair  is  set. 

i)  And  oft.  vrhen  little  voices  dim 
Arc  feeling  for  the  note 
In  chanted  prayer,  or  psalm,  or  hymn. 
And  Avav'ring  wildly  float— 

4  Comes  gushing  o'er  a  sudden  thought 
Of  her  who  led  the  strain, 
How  oft,  such  music  home  she  brought. 
But  ne'er  shall  bring  again. 

•')  Oh,  say  not  so  !  the  spring-tide  air 
Is  fraught  with  whisperings  sweet  : 
Who  knov/s,  but  heavenly  carols  there 
With  ours  may  duly  meet .' 

Lyra  Insockntium. 


162. 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  141 

P.M. 


0  death.,  icTicre  is  thy  sting? 
1  Cor.  XV.  55. 


1  "^TITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame. 

T     Quit,  oh,  quit  this  mortal  frame  ; 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
Oh,  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Ceape,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark,  they  whisper  ;  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away  !" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite. 
Steals  my  -senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

S  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  ! 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes  !   my  earb 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings !  1  mount !  I  fly  ! 
0  grave,  wliere  is  thy  victory  ? 
0  death,  where  is  thy  sting  '  Pope. 


163 


She  died,  yet  is  not  dead.  P.  M. 

Plymoutb  S.  S.  CoUsction,  SOS. 

1  CHE  died,  yet  is  not  dead  ! 

0  Ye  saw  a  daisy  on  her  tomb  ; 
It  bloom' d  to  die,  she  died  to  bloom  ; 
Her  summer  hath  not  sped. 

2  She  died,  A'et  is  not  dead  ! 
Ye  saw  her  jewels  all  unset. 
But  God  then  made  a  coronet, 

And  placed  it  on  her  head. 


142  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

3  She  died,  yet  is  not  dead  ! 

Ye  saw  her  gazing  toward  a  sky,  ', 

Whose  lights  beam  not  on  mortal  eyes- 
She  Imger'd,  yearn' d,  and  fled. 

4  She  died,  yet  is  not  dead  ! 

A  messenger  on  noiseless  wing 
Bore  a  sweet  summons  from  the  King- 
She  follow' d  where  he  led. 

5  She  died,  yet  is  not  dead ! 

By  pearly  gate  and  golden  street 
She  took  her  way  with  shining  feet : 
Go  ye  and  thither  tread  !         Tiieo.  Tilton. 


164.     TTie  Last  Loxely  Morning.        V. 

1  'PHE  last  lovely  morning, 
i  All  blooming  and  fair, 
Is  fast  onward  fleeting. 

And  soon  will  appear. 
While  the  mighty,  mighty,  mighty  trump 
Sounds  come,  come  away  ! 
Oh,  let  us  be  ready 
To  hail  the  glad  day ! 

2  And  when  that  bright  morning 

In  splendor  shall  dawn, 
Our  tears  will  be  ended, 
Our  sorrows  all  gone. 

3  The  Bridegroom  from  glory 

To  earth  shall  descend— 
Ten  thousand  bright  angels 
Around  him  attend. 


M. 


LEE    AVENUE   COLLECTION-.  143 

loo.  Judgment  Hymn.  P.  M. 

1  AH,  tliere  -svill  be  mourning,  mourning,  mourn- 
\J  ing,  mourning. 

Oh,  there  will  be  mourning  at  the  judgment- 
seat  of  Christ ! 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

2  Oh,  there  w^ill  be  mourning,  &c. 
Friends  and  neighbors  there  will  part,  &c. 

3  Oh,  there  will  be  glory,  &c. 

Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet,  &c. 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 


166. 


Rest  for  the  weary.  P.  M. 

Sheet  Masic 


1  TN  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 

JL    There  remains  a  land  of  rest, 

There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me, 

To  fulfil  my  soul's  request.         ^ 

There  is  rest  for  the  weaiy, 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you  ; 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming 
There  is  rest  for  you. 


144:  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  liappy  land. 

3  Pain  nor  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share  ; 
But  in  that  celestial  centre, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 

4  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquish'd, 

And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn  ; 
Shout  for  gladness,  0  ye  ransom' d  ! 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn  ! 

5  Sing,  oh  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory — 

Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go  ; 
Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you. 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 


167 


Heaven  is  my  Home.  -Cs  &  4:8. 

Waters'  S.  S.  Mu$io  Book,  43. 

1  T'M  but  a  stranger  here, 
L  Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand, 
Heaven  is  my  fatherland, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

2  What  though  the  tempest  rage, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage. 
Heaven  is  my  home  ; 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  146 

Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast, 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last — 
Heaven  is  my  home. 

There,  at  my  Saviour's  side, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
I  shall  be  glorified, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  love  most  and  best, 
There,  too,  I  soon  shall  rest — 

Heaven  is  my  home. 


168 


Tlie  Land  of  Rest.  8s  &  6s. 

Linden  Harp,  20. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 
'Tis  found  above  in  heaven. 


2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
"Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There  fiiith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 
10 


146  LEE    AVEXUE    COLLECTIOX. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom, 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


169. 
MY 


The  Redeemed.  Ts. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  63. 

HO  are  these  in  bright  array, 
This  innumerable  throi'jg, 
Eound  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song? 
"  Worthy  is  the  lamb  once  slain. 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain  ; 
New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod  ! 

These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Seal'd  with  his  almighty  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor  palms  in  every  hand. 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might. 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them,  the  Lamb  amid  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  ; 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs ; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears  ; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  teai's. 

Montgomery. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  14:'3 


170, 


ITie  Land  icMch  no  Mortal 
may  Tcnow. 


P.M. 


1  T'HOUGH  earth  has  full  many  a  beautiful  spot, 
X     As  the  poet  and  painter  might  show, 

Yet  more  lovely  and  beautiful,  holy  and  bright, 
To  the  hopes  of  the  heart  and  the  spirit's  glad 
sight, 
Is  the  land  which  no  mortal  may  know. 

2  There  the  crystalline  stream,  bursting  forth  from 

the  throne, 
Flows  on,  and  forever  will  flow  ; 
Its  waves  as  they  roll  are  with  melody  rife, 
And  its  waters  are  sparkling  with  beauty  and 
life. 
In  the  land  which  no  mortal  may  know. 

3  And  there  on  its  margin,  with  leaves  ever  green. 

With  fruits,  healing  sickness  and  woe, 
The  fair  tree  of  life,  in  its  glory  spread  wide. 
Is  fed  by  the  deep  inexhaustible  tide. 

On  the  land  which  no  mortal  may  know. 

4  There,  too,  are  the  lost  whom  we  loved  on  this 

earth, 

"With  whose  memory  our  bosoms  still  glow  ; 
Their  relics  we  gave  to  the  place  of  the  dead, 
But  their  glorified  spirits  before  us  have  fled 

To  the  land  which  no  mortal  may  know. 

5  There  the  orb  of  night  and  the  fountain  of  day, 

Nor  beauty  nor  splendor  bestow  ; 
But  the  presence  of  Him,  the  unchanging  I.AM. 
And  the  Holy,  the  Pure,  the  Immaculate  Lamb. 

light  the  land  which  no  mortal  may  know. 


148  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 


i  Y 1  Heavenly  Rome.  P.  M. 

Revival  Melodies,  25. 

1  TJEAVENLY  home !  heavenly  home !  precious 
XI  name  to  me, 

I  love  to  think  the  time  will  come  when  I  shall 
rest  in  thee. 
I've  no  abiding  city  here, 
I  seek  for  one  to  come  ; 
And  though  my  pilgrimage  be  drear, 
I  know  there's  rest  at  home, 
Heavenly    home !     heavenly    home !     precious 
name,  &c. 

2  Heavenly   home !     heavenly  home !     there  no 

clouds  arise — 
No  tear-drops  fall — no  dark  nights  dim  thy  ever- 
smiling  skies. 
This  earthly  home  is  fair  and  bright, 

Yet  clouds  will  often  come  : 
And  oh  !  I  long  to  see  the  light 
That  gilds  my  heavenly  home. 

8  Heavenly  home !    heavenly  home !    ne'er  shall 
sorrow's  gloom, 
Nor  doubts  nor  fears  disturb  me  there,  for  all  is 
peace  at  home. 
I  know  I  ne'er  shall  worthy  be 

To  dwell  'neath  heaven's  bright  dome, 
But  Christ,  my  Saviour,  died  for  me. 
And  now  he  calls  me  home. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  149 

1  Y  9,  ^y  Fatherland.  9s  &  8s. 

•    ""^  •  Ravival  Melodien,  26. 

1  '"PHERE  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stay'd, 
X      My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there  ; 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 

And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 

That  blissful  place  is  my  fatherland, 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore. 
Come,  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band, 

And  ^yaft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 

A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode  ; 
The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell, 
But  there  is  the  palace  of  God. 

3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone, 

Who  suffer' d  and  worshipp'd  with  me  ; 
Exalted  with  Christ  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 

4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live. 

When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er  ; 
A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give. 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 


173, 


^''Jlis  glory  covered  the       ^  jt  -w- 
heavensy  .     •  '  . 


SINCE  o'er  thy  footstool  here  below 
Such  radiant  gems  are  strown. 
Oh,  what  magnificence  must  glow. 

Great  God,  about  thy  throne 
So  brilliant  here  these  drops  of  light ! 
There  the  full  ocean  rolls,  how  bright ! 


150  LEE   AVENUE    COI.LECTIO]!ir. 

2  If  night's  blue  curtain  of  the  sky, 

Witli  thousand  stars  inwrought, 
Hung,  like  a  royal  canopy, 

With  glittering  diamonds  fraught, 
Be.  Lord,  thy  temple's  outer  veil, 
"What  splendor  at  the  shrine  must  dwelll 

3  The  dazzling  sim,  at  noonday  hour, 

Forth  from  his  flaming  vase, 
Flinging  o'er  earth  the  golden  shower, 

Till  vale  and  mountain  blaze, 
But  shows,  0  Lord,  one  beam  of.thine  : 
What,  then,  the  day  where  thou  dost  shine 

4  Oh,  how  shall  these  dim  eyes  endure 

That  noon  of  living  rays  ? 
Or  how  our  spirits,  so  impure, 

Upon  thy  glory  gaze  ? 
Anoint,  0  Lord,  anoint  our  sight, 
And  tit  us  for  that  world  of  light. 


1'74. 


The  street  of  the  city  was  q 

pure  goliiy  ^' 


1  W^E  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  bless'd, 

T  Y      That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair, 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confess' d  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ! 

2  We  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold, 

Its  walls  deck'd  with  jewels  so  rare, 
Its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

3  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin. 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 


LEE    AVEXITE    COLLECTION.  151 

From  trials  without  and  within  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

4  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 
The  church  of  the  first-born  above  ; 
But  wiiat  must  it  be  to  be  there  ! 

5  Do  thou,  Lord,  'mid  sorrow  and  woe, 

Still  for  heaven  my  spirit  prepare, 
And  shortly  I  also  shall  know, 
And  feel,  what  it  is  to  be  there. 


175 


Beautiful  City.  L.  M. 

Anniversnry  Hymns,  No.  4. 

1  "DEAUTIFUL  Zion  built  above, 
X)  Beautiful  city  that  I  love, 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white. 
Beautiful  temple — God  its  light. 
He  who  was  slain  on  Calvary, 
Opens  those  pearh'  gates  to  me. 

2  Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  light, 
Beautiful  angels  clothed  in  white, 
Beautiful  strains  that  never  tire. 
Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir. 
There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet, 
Worshipping  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow. 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquei'ors  show, 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransom'd  wear, 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there. 
Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet. 
There  shall  my  rest  be  long  and  sweet. 


152  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

4  Beautiful  throne  for  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing, 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace. 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see, 
Haste  to  this  heavenly  home  with  me. 


176 


Forever  with  the  LordP  S.  M.  Double. 

Re\-iTal  Melodie«,  23. 

FOREVER  with  the  Lord,"     * 
Amen,  so  let  it  be  ; 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word  ; 

Tis  immortality. 
Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  him  I  roam  ; 
Yet  nightly  pitch  ray  moving  tent 
A  day's  marcli  nearer  home. 
Nearer  hom-c,  nearer  home, 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

2  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near. 
At  times,  to  faith's  aspiring  eye, 

Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 
Ah,  then  my  spirit  faints, 

To  reach  the  land  I  love  ; 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

Home  above,  home  above, 
Jerusalem  above. 

3  Yet  doubts  still  intervene. 

And  all  my  comfort  flies ; 
Like  Noah's  dove  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies  ; 


LEE    A.VENUE    COLLECTION.  153 

Anon  the  clouds  depart, 

The  winds  and  waters  cease, 
While  sweetly  o'er  my  gladden' d  heart 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace, 
Bow  of  peace,  how  of  peace, 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 


1 Y  ^  iVo  NigJit  in  Heaven.  P.  M, 

'      •    •  Sheet  Mu3ic. 

1  "VrO  night  shall  be  in  heaven !  no  gathering 
ll  gloom 

Shall  o'er  that  glorious  landscape  ever  come  ; 
No  tears  shall  fall  in  sadness  o'er  those  flowers, 
That  breathe  their  fragrance  through  celestial 
bowers. 

2  No  night  shall  be  in  heaven !  no  dreadful  hour 
Of  mental  darkness,  or  the  tempter's  power — 

•;  Across  those  skies  no  envious  cloud  shall  roll, 
To  dim  the  sunlight  of  the  raptured  soul. 

3  No  night  shall  be  in  heaven  !  forbid  to  sleep, 
These  eyes  no  more  their  mournful  vigils  keep ; 
Their    fount^ains    dried — their  tears  all    wiped 

away — 
They  gaze  undazzled  on  eternal  day. 

4  No  night  shall  be  in  heaven  !— no  sorrow's  reign, 
No  secret  anguish,  no  corporeal  pain  ; 

No  shivering  limbs,  no  burning  fever  there  ; 
No  soul's  eclipse,  no  winter  of  despair. 

5  No  night  shall  be  in  heaven — but  endless  noon  ; 
No  fast  declining  sun  nor  waning  moon  ; 

But  there  the  Lamb  shall  yield  perpetual  light, 
'Mid  pastures  green,  and  waters  ever  bright. 


154  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTIOX. 

6  No  night  shall  be  in  heaven — no  darken'd  room, 
No  bed  of  death,  nor  silence  of  the  tomb  ; 

But  breezes,  ever  fresh  with  love  and  truth, 
Shall  brace  the  frame  with  an  immortal  youth. 

7  No  night  shall  be  in  heaven  !  but  nif^ht  is  here, 
The  night  of  sorrow,  and  the  night  of  fear  ; 

I  mourn  the  ills  that  now  my  steps  attend, 
And  shrink  from  others  that  may  yet  impend. 

8  No  night  shall  be  in  heaven  !  oh.  had  I  faith 
To  rest  in  what  the  faithful  Witne^ss  saith, 
That  faith  should  make  these  hideous  phantomii 

flee, 
And  leave  no  night,  henceforth,  on  earth  to  me  ! 


178 


Gushing  so  IrigM.  P.  M. 

Boys'  nnd  Girls'  Singing  Book,  108. 

1  n  USHING  so  bright  in  the  morning  light, 
Ur     Gleams  the  water  in  yon  fountain  ; 

As  purely,  too,  as  the  early  dew 
That  gems  tlie  distant  mountain. 

Then  diink  your  fill  of  the  grateful  rill, 

And  leave  the  cup  of  sorrow  ; 
Though   it  shine  to-night  in  its  gleaming 
light, 
'Twill  sting  thee  on  the  morrow. 

2  Quietly  glide  in  their  silvery  tide, 

The  brooks  from  rocks  to  valley  ; 
And  the  flashing  streams,  in  the  broad  sunbeams, 
Like  a  banner' d  army  rally. 


LEE   AYENUE    COLLECTION.  155 

3  Touch  not  the  wine,  though  brightly  it  shine, 

When  nature  to  man  has  given 
A  gift  so  sweet,  his  wants  to  meet, 
A  be  v' rage  tliat  flows  from  heaven. 

4  Not  only  here  of  the  water  clear 

Is  God  the  lavish  giver  ; 
But  when  we  rise  to  yonder  skies, 
We'll  drink  of  life's  bright  river. 


1 Y  9 .  '^^9^^  i^^  Fledge. 

1  TTNITED  in  a  joyous  band, 

U  We'll  sign  the  pledge  with  heart  and  hand, 
The  ruby  wine  we'll  lay  aside, 
And  be  our  country's  hope  and  pride. 

Yes,  sign  the  pledge,  each  son  and  daughter, 
And  choose  the  clear  and  sparkling  water. 

2  'Twill  keep  the  roses  on  your  cheek, 
Preserve  your  spirits  mild  and  meek  ; 
Your  eye  will  beam  expression  bright,' 
Y'our  mind  improve  in  wisdom's  light. 

8  It  makes  the  home  of  labor  sweet. 
And  happy  faces  there  you'll  greet ; 
It  leads  the  way  to  honest  wealth. 
And  gives  earth's  choicest  blessing,  health. 


156  LEE   AVENTJE    COLLECTION. 


180. 


The  Ilidden  Fiend. 


TeDiperance  Melodies,  133. 
Air—"  "Woodstock." 

1  AH  !  touch  it  not,  for  deep  within 
U     That  luby-tintt'd  bowl, 

Lie  hidden  fiends  of  guilt  and  sin, 
To  seize  your  precious  soul. 

2  That  sparkling  glass  if  you  partake 

Will  prove  your  deadly  foe, 
And  may,  ere  yet  its  bubbles,  break, 
Have  scal'd  your  endless  woe. 

3  Then  pause  ere  yet  the  cup  you  drain, 

The  hand  that  lifts  it  stay  ; 
Resolve  forever  to  abstain. 
And  cast  the  bowl  away. 


181 


Seedtime  and  Harvest.  L.  M. 


S  o'er  his  furrow'd  fields  which  lie 
Beneath  a  coldly  drooping  sky, 
Yet  chill  with  winter's  melted  snow, 
The  husbandman  goes  forth  to  sow  ; 

2  Thus,  Temperance,"-  on  the  bitter  blast 
The  ventures  of  thy  seed  we  cast, 

And  trust  to  warmer  sun  and  rain, 
To  swell  the  germ  and  till  the  grain. 

3  Who  calls  thy  glorious  service  hard? 
Who  deems  it  not  its  own  reward  ? 

♦Substituted  for  "freedom"  in  the  original. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  1D7 

Who,  for  its  trials,  counts  it  less 
A  cause  of  praise  and  thankfulness  ? 

4  It  may  not  be  our  lot  to  wield 
The  sickle  in  the  ripening  held  ; 
Nor  ours  to  hear,  on  summer  eves, 
The  reaper's  song  among  the  sheaves  ; 

5  Yet  where  our  duty's  task  is  wrought 
In  unison  with  God's  great  thought, 
The  near  and  future  blend  in  one. 
And  whatsoe'er  is  will'd,  is  done  ! 

C  And  ours  the  grateful  service,  whence  _ 

Comes,  day  by  day,  the  recompense  : 
ITie  hope,  the  trust,  the  purpose  stay'd, 
The  fountain  and  the  noonday  shade. 

7  And  were  this  life  the  utmost  span, 
The  only  end  and  aim  of  man, 
Bette^'  the  toil  of  fields  like  these. 
Than  waking  dream  and  slothful  ease. 

8  But  life,  though  falling  like  our  grain, 
Like  that  revives  and  springs  again  ; 
And,  early  call'd.  how  blest  are  they 
Who  wait  in  heaven  their  harvest  day  ! 

J.  G.  WHrrriKR. 


"1  O  O    Speed  the  Temperance  Ship.       H.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  83. 
AiE— Lenox. 

1  OPEED,  speed  the  Temperance  ship  ! 
0     Ye  winds,  fill  ever}^  sail ; 
Behold  her  on  the  deep, 
Outriding  every  gale : 


158  LEE   AYENUE   COLLECTION. 

The  tempest's  fary  she  outbraves, 
And  hosts  of  dccithless  drunkards  saves. 

2  Speed,  speed  the  Temperance  ship! 

Who  joins  us  in  t\ie  cry  ? 
Mothers  and  children,  cease  to  weep, 

Our  ship  is  passing  by  : 
We  wish  to  take  you  all  on  board, 
A  freight  of  mercy  to  the  Lord. 

8  Speed,  speed  the  Temperance  ship ! 

For  her  we'll  ever  pray  ; 
'Tis  Israel's  God  alone  can  keep* 

In  safety,  night  and  day  ; 
On  him  we'll  evermore  depend 
Who  is  the  contrite  drunkard's  friend. 

4  Speed,  speed  the  Temperance  ship  I 

Ye  young  and  aged  shout ; 
Behold  her  sailing  o'er  the  deep, 

W^ith  all  lier  streamers  out. 
Bound  for  the  true  tee- total  shore, 
Where  streams  of  death  are  drank  no  more. 


183, 


1  TN 


The  Pure  Stream.  P.  M. 

Temperance  Melodist,  102. 

Eden's  green  retreats, 
A  water- brook  that  play'd 
Between  soft  mossy  seats. 
Beneath  a  plane-tree's  shade, 
Whose  rustling  leaves 
Danced  o'er  its  brink, 
Was  Adam's  drink, 
And  also  Eve's. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  159 

2  Beside  the  parent  spring 

Of  tiiat  young  brook,  the  pair 
Their  morning  chant  would  slug ; 
And  Eve,  to  dress  her  hair, 
Kneel  on  the  grass 
That  fringed  its  side, 
And  make  its  tide 


3  And  when  the  man  of  God 

From  Egypt  led  his  flock, 
They  thirsted,  and  his  rod 
Smote  the  Arabian  rock. 
And- forth  a  rill 
Of  water  gush'd, 
And  on  they  rush'd 
And  drank  their  fill. 

4  Would  Eden  thus  have  smiled, 

Had  wine  to  Eden  come? 
Would  Horeb's  parching  wild 
Have  been  refresh'd  with  rum? 
And  had  Eve's  hair 
Been  dress'd  in  gin, 
Would  she  have  been 
Reflected  fair  ? 

5  Had  Moses  built  a  still, 

And  dealt  out  to  that  host 
To  every  man  his  gill. 

And  pledged  him  in  a  toast — 
Would  cooler  brains, 
Or  stronger  hands, 
Have  braved  the  sands 
Of  those  hot  plains  ? 


160  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

6  "Sweet  fields  beyond"  death's  flood 
"  Stand  dvcss'd  in  living  green  ;" 
For,  from  the  throne  of  God, 
To  freshen  all  the  scene, 
A  river  rolls, 

Where  all  who  will 
May  come  and  fill 
Their  crystal  bowls. 

Rev.  John  Pierpont. 


184  Friends  of  Freedom.  P.M. 

Temperance  Melodi&t,  32. 

1  "I7RIENDS  of  freedom,  swell  the  song  ! 
JL  Young  and  old,  the  strain  prolong. 
Make  the  temp' ranee  urmy  strong, 

And  on  to  victory  ! 
Lift  your  banners,  let  them  wave, 
Qnward  march,  the  world  to  save  ; 
Who  wonld  fill  a  drunkard's  grave, 

And  bear  his  infamy  ? 

2  Shrink  not  when  the  foe  appears  ; 
Spurn  the  coward's  guilty  fears  : 
Hear  the  shrieks,  behold  the  tcai-s 

Of  ruin'd  families ! 
Raise  the  cry  in  every  spot — 
"  Touch  not — Taste  not — Handle  not  !" 
Who  would  be  a  drunken  sot, 

The  worst  of  miseries  ? 

3  Give  the  aching  bosom  rest ; 
Carry  joy  to  every  breast ; 

Make  the  wretched  drunkard  blest, 
By  living  soberly. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  161 

Raise  the  glorioiis  watchword  high — • 
•*  Touch  not — taste  not — till  you  die  /" 
\jit  the  echo  reach  the  sky. 

And  earth  keep  jubilee. 

4  God  of  mercy  !  hear  us  plead, 
For  thy  help  we  intercede  ! 
8eo  how  many  bosoms  bleed — 

And  heal  them  speedily  ! 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  happy  day, 
When  beneath  thy  gentle  ray, 
Temp'rauce  all  the  world  shall  sway, 

And  reign  triumphantly. 


18 


P\  Invitation.  C.  M, 

Tomperaace  Mt-iodist,  IJ. 

1  /^OME,  friends  and  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
\j   Join  in  a  cheerful  song  ; 

With  one  united  voice  and  heart, 
The  joyous  sound  prolong. 

Oh,  sing  with  hearty  cheer,  my  friends, 

Oh,  sing  with  hearty  cheer  ; 
And  send  the  chorus  round  and  round, 
In  song  of  hearty  cheer. 

2  We'll  give  one  song  of  praise  to  those 

Whom  brothers  now  we  call  ; 
Then  to  our  brethren,  ere  we  close, 
We  sing  a  welcome  all. 

3  To  sisters  who  have  join'd  our  band. 

We  sing  a  song  to-night  ; 
We  welcome  you  with  heart  and  hand, 
To  aid  us  in  the  fight. 
11 


162  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

4  To  all  who  kindly  help  us  on, 
Glad  songs  of  joy  we  raise  ; 
But  still  we  give  to  God  alone 
Our  loudest  song  of  praise. 

6  Now  raise  once  more  the  cheerful  song, 
Let  every  voice  unite  ; 
The  loud  and  happy  strain  prolong, 
One  joyous,  sweet  good-night. 


186. 


Our  noble  land.  P.  M. 

Temperance  Molodlat,  lli. 
AiB— "Harvest  Glee." 


i^Y 


E  sing  the  praise  of  water, 
Come,  every  son  and  daughtCT 
Of  Freedom's  happy  land  ; 
Of  Freedom's  happy  land  ; 
With  such  a  theme  before  us, 
Who  will  not  join  the  chorus 
Of  this  our  noble  band, 
Of  this  our  noble  band  ? 
Tra  la  la  la  la  tra  la  la, 
Of  this  our  noble  band. 

2  Sweet  is  the  light  that  quivers 
On  water,  brooks  and  rivers  ; 
Fresh  are  the  waving  trees, 
Fiesh  are  the  waving  trees  ; 
And  fresh  the  bloom  that  dresses 
These  loose  and  fragrant  tresses, 
For  ev'ning's  cooling  breeze. 
For  ev'ning's  cooling  breeze. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION'.  163 

3  Grateful  the  cloud,  that  over 
Wide  fields  of  blooming  clover 

Switiis,  charged  with  gentle  rain  ; 
Gratcf;d  the  rill,  that  gushes 
And  down  tlie  liillside  rushes 

To  bless  tiie  smiling  plain, 

To  bless  the  smiling  plain. 

4  Streams  of  the  wood-crown'd  mountain, 
Children  of  cloud  and  fountain, 

Who  gayly  dance  and  sing, 

Who  gayly  dance  and  sing, 
O'er  snow- beds  iced  and  glossy, 
Down  paths  all  clean  and  mossy, 

Your  grateful  tribute  bring, 

Your  grateful  tribute  bring. 


187 


Stay^  Fatlici\  stay.  P.  M. 

Tenip(  ranee  Melodiot,  131. 

1  QTAY,  father,  stay,  the  nigiit  is  wild, 

0  Oh,  leave  not  now  your  dying  child! 

1  feel  the  icy  hand  of  death. 

And  shorter,  shorter  grows  my  breath. 
0  father,  leave  me  not,  0  father,  leave  me  not. 

2  Stay,  father,  stay,  my  mother's  gone, 
And  thou  and  I  are  left  alone  ; 

And  from  her  star-lit  home  on  high, 
She'll  weep,  that  I  alone  must  die. 

C  Stay,  father,  stay,  oh,  leave,  this  night, 
The  mad'ning  bowl,  whose  withering  blight 
Has  cast  so  dark  a  shade  around 
The  home  where  joy  alone  was  found. 


104  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

4.  Stay,  father,  stay,  once  more  I  ask, 
Oh,  count  it  not  a  heavy  task. 
To  stay  with  nie  till  life  sliall  end, 
My  hujt,  njy  only  eaithly  fiiend. 


188, 


Shall  e'er  Cold  Water  le  forgot. 

Temperanc*  Malodut,  46 

Air — Auld  Lang  Syne. 


1  OIIALL  e'er  cold  water  be  forgot, 
O     When  we  sit  down  to  dine  ?  • 
Oh  no.  my  friends,  for  is  it  not 

Four'd  out  by  hands  divine? 
Pour'd  out  by  hands  divine;,  my  friends, 

Four'd  out  by  hands  divine  ; 
From  sprinL^s  and  wells  it  gushes  forth, 

Pour'd  out  by  hands  divine. 

2  To  Beauty's  cheek,  though  strange  it  seems, 

'Tis  not  more  strange  than  true, 
Cold  water,  though  itself  so  pale. 

Imparts  the  rosiest  hue  ; 
Impai  ts  the  rosiest  hue,  my  friends, 

Imparts  the  rosiest  hue  ; 
Yes,  beauty,  in  a  water-/)rtiZ 

Doth  lind  her  rosiest  hue. 

3  Cold  water,  too  (though  wonderful, 

'Tis  not  less  true,  again) — 
The  weakest  of  all  earthly  drinks, 

Doth  make  the  strongest  men  : — 
Doth  make  the  strongest  njen,  my  friends. 

Doth  make  the  strongest  men  ; 
Then  let  us  take  that  weakest  drink, 

And  grow  the  strongest  men. 


1 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTIOX.  165 

4  The  sturdy  oak  full  many  a  cup 

Doth  hold  up  to  the  sky, 
To  catoh  the  rain ;  then  drinks  it  up, 

And  thus  the  oak  gets  hitjh  ; 
'Tis  thus  the  oak  p;ets  higli,  my  friends, 

'Tis  thus  tlie  oak  gets  high  ; 
By  having  water  in  its  cups, 

Then  why  not  you  and  I  ? 

5  Then  let  cold-water  armies  give 

Tiicir  banners  to  the  air  ; 
So  shall  the  boys  like  oaks  be  strong. 

The  girls  like  tulips  fair  ; 
The  girls  like  tulips  fair,  my  friends. 

The  girls-like  tulips  fair  ; 
The  boys  shall  grow  like  sturdy  oaks, 

The  girls  like  tulips  fair. 

Eev.  Joiln  Pierpont. 


1QQ         The  Temperance  Eorn.  P.M. 

Temperance  Melodist,  56. 

1  Tf  ERPJLY  the  temp' ranee  horn 
1t1     Is  sounding  o'er  the  silver  lake. 
Cheerily  at  early  dawn 

Its  swelling  notes  bid  echo  wake. 
Temp' ranee  for  thee,  thee  only 

These  sounds  are  ever  sweet  to  me  ; 
Each  haunt  of  pleasure  lonely 

Is  found,  when  'tis  unblest  by  thee. 
Sound,  sound  the  merry,  merry  temp'rance  horn, 
At  close  of  eve  and  morning's  early  dawn. 

2  Cheerfully  my  harp  I  bring, 

And  wake  a  wilder,  sweeter  strain, 
Joyously  my  songs  I  sing. 

And  bid  th'  inebriate  smile  again. 


166  LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION. 

3  Cheerily  cm-  footsteps  stray 

Nor  wait  to  think  of  danger  near  ; 
Merrily  at  close  of  day, 

We  hreathe  the  sweetest  music  here. 


190  The  Welcome.  CM. 

Temperance  Melodist,  135. 

1  A   WELCOME,  brothers,  from  each  heart, 
-nL     A  welcome  deep  and  stronjj, 

We  now  in  earnest  faith  impart 
Through  the  true  voice  of  song, 

2  Our  motto  is  ' '  Humanity, 

Progress,  and  Temperance," 
These,  single  and  unitedly. 
Our  efforts  must  advance. 

3  A  welcome,  then,  to  every  heart 

That  makes  our  cause  its  own. 
New  efforts  shall  new  strength  impart. 
And  vie' try  shall  be  won. 

Mrs.  J.  W.  Mansfield. 


191 
4 


The  BuUling  Sjyring.  0.  M. 

Teinperanoe  Melodist,  114. 

F  one  bright  spot  there  is  on  earth 
More  lovely  than  the  rest, 
One  which  fond  nature  at  her  birth 

With  truest  beauty  blest — 
It  is  the  place  where  some  cool  fount 

Its  crystal  waters  fling. 
'Mid  rocks  and  flowers  that  hide  the  fount 

Gushes  the  bubbling  spring. 


LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION.  167 

2  Tell  me  not  of  the  sparkling  bowl, 

That  glows  with  led'ning  fire  ; 
Oh,  tell  not  of  the  joy  of  soul 

The  wine-cup  can  inspire  ! 
A  brighter  glass,  a  purer  joy, 

A  healtliier  drauglit  I  sing  ; 
Pleasure  that  reason  can  enjoy — 

Health  from  the  bubbling  spring. 

3  Then  fill  the  glass  with  water  bright, 

The  nectar  nature  gave  ; 
Let  faithful  hearts  round  this  unite, 

A  bleeding  world  to  save  ; 
For  naught  can  soothe  the  woeful  wound. 

And  heal  the  viper's  sting, 
But  pure  and  healthful  water,  found 

Fresh  in  the  bubbling  spring. 


192         Temperance  Life-Boat.  P.M. 

Temperance  Melodist,  34. 

1  pLY  the  oar,  brother,  and  speed  the  boat, 
X    Swift  over  life's  glittering  water  float ; 
Then  onward  bound,  and  strive  to  save 
Brothers  from  filling  a  drunkard's  grave. 

Then  pull  away,  liaul  away,  row,  boys,  row ; 
A  long  pull  and  strong  pull,  and  off  we  go. 

2  Loudly  the  heart  cheering  temperance  call 
Sounds  over  the  nations  to  welcome  all ; 
It  sweetly  swells  from  hill  and  grove, 
Calling  return  unto  all  that  rove. 

3  Now  o'er  the  ocean  our  good  bark  rides, 
And  safely  in  haibor  she  smoothly  glides  ; 
But  should  the  cry  of  help  be  heard, 
Quickly  to  duty  is  our  watchword. 


168  LEE    AVEXUE    COLLECTION-. 


19 


Q  Golden  Chain.  C.  M. 

Temperance  Melodist,  130. 

1  TNTEMPKRAN'CE  like  a  ragin-  flood, 
X     Is  sweeping  o'er  tiio  land  ; 

Its  dire  effects,  in  tears  and  blood, 

Are  traced  on  every  hand. 
It  still  flows  on  ai.  1  bears  away 

Ten  thousands  to  tlieir  doom  : 
Who  shall  the  mighty  torrent  stay, 

Ami  disappoint  the  tomb  ? 

2  Almighty  God  !  no  hand  but  thine 

Can  check  this  flowing  tide  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  pow'r  divine. 

And  bid  the  flood  subside. 
Dry  up  the  source  from  whence  it  flows. 

Destroy  its  fountain-head  : 
That  dire  intemp' ranee  and  its  woes 

No  more  the  earth  o'erspread. 


J[y4:.     ^/'/<^^  "'<''  ^^^^  <^^'jP  you  Jill.  L.  M. 


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H,  if  for  me  the  cup  5'ou  fill. 

Then  fill  it  from  the  gushing  rill, 
With  water,  water  sparkling  bright, 
As  clear  as  truth,  and  ficc  as  light. 
Then  if  for  me  the  cup  you  fill, 
Then  fill  it  from  the  gushing  rill ; 
Oh,  if  for  me  the  cup  you  fill, 
Then  fill  it  from  the  gushing  rill. 

Kiss  not  to  me  the  mantling  brim. 
Where  dancing  bubbles  gayly  swim, 
For  in  each  sliining  crystal  round 
A  deadly  lurking  fiend  is  found. 


LEE    ATENUE    COLLECTION.  169 

3  Speak  not  to  me  of  rosy  wine, 

Of  nectar  cups,  and  draughts  divine  ; 

The  taste  of  bitter  tears  is  there, 

WrunGT  from  the  hearts  most  true  and  dear. 


195.      '^^^'^  ^/  ^^^  ^^^- Totctller.  P.  M. 

1  T  ET  others  sing  tlie  ruby  bright 

Jj     In  the  red  wine's  sparliling  glow  ; 
Dearer  to  me  is  the  diamond  light 

In  the  fountain's  purer  flow. 
The  feet  of  earthly  men  have  trod 

The  juice  from  the  bleeding  vine — 
But  the  stieam  comes  pure  from  the  hand  of  God 
To  fill  this  cup  of  mine. 

Then  give  me  the  cup  of  cold  water, 
The  pure,  sweet  cup  of  cold  water  ; 
His  arm  is  strong,  thou^'h  his  toil  be  long, 
Who  drinks  but  the  clear  cold  water. 

2  The  dew-drop  lies  in  the  fiow'ret's  cup. 

How  rich  is  its  perfume  now  I 
And  the  thirsty  eartli  with  joy  looks  up 
When  heav'n  sheds  rain  on  her  brow. 
The  brook  goes  forth  with  a  cheerful  voice 

To  gladden  the  vale  along  ; 
And  the  bending  trees  on  her  banks  rejoice 
To  listen  her  quiet  song. 

Then  give  me  the  cup  of  cold  water. 
The  pure,  sweet  cup  of  cold  water  ; 
For  bright  is  his  eye  and  his  spirits  high 
Who  drinks  but  the  clear  cold  water. 

S  The  lark  springs  up  with  a  lighter  strain, 


170  LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTIOX. 

And  the  steed  flings  back  liis  thundering  mane 

In  the  midst  of  the  crystal  spring. 
This  was  the  drink  of  Paradise, 
Ere  blight  on  its  beauty  fell ; 
And  the  buried  streams  of  its  gladness  rise 
In  every  moss-grown  well. 

Then  here's  for  the  cup  of  cold  water, 
The  pure  sweet  cup  of  cold  water  ; 
Unto  all  that  live  will  nature  give 
But  a  drink  of  clear  cold  water. 

Geo.  W.  BiiTUUNE,  D.  D. 


"I  O  A        Death  the  Cup  contains.  L.  M. 

Plymouth  Collection,  333. 

1  OLA  VERY  and  death  the  cup  contains  ; 
kJ     Dash  to  the  earth  the  poisou'd  bowl ! 
Softer  than  silk  are  iron  chains. 

Compared  Avith  those  that  chafe  the  soul. 

2  Hosannas,  Lord  !  to  ttee  we  sing, 

Whose  power  the  giant  fiend  obeys  ; 
What  countless  thousands  tribute  bring, 
For  happier  homes  and  brighter  days ! 

3  Thou  wilt  not  break  the  bruised  reed, 

Nor  leave  the  broken  heart  unbound  ; 
The  wife  regains  a  husband  freed, 
The  orphan  clasps  a  father  found. 

4  Spare.  Lord!  the  thoughtless;  guide  the  blind  ; 

'i'ill  man  no  more  shall  deem  it  just 
To  live,  by  forging  chains  to  bind 
His  weaker  brother  in  the  dust.      Saegbnt. 


197 


^L 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  171 

Let  the  still  air  rejoice.        6s  &  4s. 

Plymouth  Collection,  333. 

ET  the  still  air  rejoice— 
Be  every  youthful  voice 

Blended  in  one  ; 
While  Ave  renew  our  strain 
To  Him,  with  joy  again, 
Who  sends  the  evening  rain 

And  morning  sun. 

2  His  hand  in  beauty  gives 

Each  flower  and  plant  that  lives, 

Each  sunny  rill ; 
Spi'ings  !"  which  our  footsteps  meet — 
Fountains  !  our  lips  to  greet — 
Waters  !  whose  taste  is  sweet, 

On  rock  and  hill. 

3  Each  summer  bird  that  sings 
Drinks,  from  dear  nature's  springs, 

Her  early  dew  ; 
And  the  refreshing  shower 
Falls  on  each  herb  and  flower, 
Giving  it  life  and  power, 

Fragrant  and  new. 

4  So  let  each  ftiithful  child 
Drink  of  this  fountain  mild, 

From  early  youth  ; 
Then  shall  the  song  we  raise 
Be  heard  in  future  days— 
Ours  be  the  pleasant  ways 

Of  peace  and  truth. 

5  Now  let  each  heart  and  hand. 
Of  all  this  youthful  band, 

United,  move ! 


173  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

1111  on  the  mountain's  brow, 
And  in  the  vale  below, 
Our  land  may  ever  glow 

With  peace  and  love.  Piekpoxt. 


J^  y  Q ,  Mourn  for  the  thoumnds  slain.     S.  M. 


^M 


OURX  for  the  thousands  slain. 
The  youthful  and  the  strong  ; 
Mourn  for  the  wine-cup's  fearful  reign, 
And  the  deluded  throng. 


2  Mourn  for  the  tarnish' d  gem — 
For  reason's  light  divine, 
Quench' d  from  the  soul's  bright  diadem, 
Where  God  had  bid  it  shine. 

Z  Mourn  for  the  ruin'd  soul- 
Eternal  life  and  light 
Lost  by  the  fiery,  maddening  bowl. 
And  turn'd  to  hopeless  night. 

4  Mourn  for  the  lost — but  call, 

Call  to  the  strong,  the  free  ; 
Rouse  them  to  shun  that  dreadful  fall, 
And  to  the  refuge  flee. 

5  Mourn  for  the  lost — but  pray. 

Pray  to  our  God  above, 
To  break  the  fell  destroyer's  sway, 
And  show  his  saving  love. 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  173 

1  QQ  The  Sundmj.Scliool. 

A  Musical  Dialogue. 

Golden  Harp,  156. 

[Ojyening  C%o?7«.] 

1  'PHE  Sunday-school,  how  sweet  the  place, 
X     When  all  are  gather'd  here  ! 
Blight  jo}'s  will  come  on  angel-wings, 

Our  youthful  hearts  to  cheer. 
And  well  we  love  our  Sunday-school ; 

We  strive  to  learn  and  mind  each  rule  ; 
While  thanks  we  hring,  and  joyful  sing, 

Let  heaven  our  offerings  hear. 
Glory  !  glory  !  let  us  sing, 

While  heav'n  and  earth  with  glory  ring, 
Hosanna,  hosanna,  hosanna  to  the  Lamb  of  God. 

[Ellen-  and  F.\Nxr  nng.l 

Our  youthful  feet  shall  haste. 

Upon  this  sacred  day  ; 
Be  early  at  the  Sunday-school, 

The  gate  to  wisdom's  way. 

[Charles  and  Henry,  in  response  to  the  two  Girh.\ 

We  are  young,  the  world's  before  us, 
Pleasures  spread  on  every  hand  ; 

Haste  we  to  the  ark  of  safety. 
Haste  to  join  the  happy  band. 

[Fanny  and  Lizzie  sing.'] 

Come  with  us  !  come,  let  us  hasten  ; 

Come,  the  joyous  strain  prolong  ; 
For  these  heav'nly  blessings  given, 

Let  us  raise  our  grateful  song. 


174  LEE    ATEXUE    COLLECTIOI^. 

\Tue  Girls  sing.] 

Come  with  iis,  come  let  us  hasten, 
Come  with  us,  no  more  delay  ! 

[Charles  and  Henry  sing.'] 

We  must  go,  for  there  is  treasure, 
And  we  seek  its  worth  to  know  ; 

There  'tis  given  in  full  measure, 
Let  us  go,  oh,  quickly  go  ! 

\The  three  Girls  sing.] 
Yes — come,  come,  come  ! 

[Boys  and  Girls,  all  together.]  • 

We  come,  we  come  !  the  door  is  wide — , 

A  welcome  we  shall  find  ; 
Yes,  all  are  here,  in  pleasant  cheer, 

Not  one  is  left  hehind  ; 
"With  eager  feet  this  place  we  seek. 
We'll  gather  here  from  week  to  week  ; 
For  here  burns  bright  fair  wisdom's  light, 
To  guide  each  youthful  mind. 

[Closing  chorus,  hy  the  tvhole  school.] 

Welcome,  oh  welcome  !  hand  in  hand. 
We  rise  once  more,  a  loving  band. 
Let  joy  and  gladness  thrill  each  frame- 
Hail  !  hail !  all  hail  our  Saviour's  namei 
We  bless  this  hour  I  may  seraphs  bright, 
Its  tidings  bear  to  realms  of  light, 
On  angel-wings  our  souls  shall  rise — 
Our  voices  echo  to  the  skies. 


200 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  175 

Wild-wood  Flowers. 


Young  Choir. 

1       Tj^LOWERS,  wild-wood  flowers, 

J?      In  a  shelter' d  dell  they  grew  ; 
I  hurried  along,  and  I  chanced  to  spy 
This  small  star-flower  with  its  golden  eye 
Then  the  bright  daisy  peep'd  up  its  head : 
Sweetly  this  purple  orchis  spread. 
1  gather' d  them  all  for  you. 
All  these  wild-wood  flowers  : 
Sweet  wild-wood  flowers. 

i2      Flowers,  lovely  flowers, 

In  the  garden  we  may  see  ; 
For  there  is  the  rose  with  her  ruby  lip, 
And  pinks  that  honey-bees  love  to  sip — 
Tulips  that  splendid  colors  unfold — 
^  Sunflowers  array' d  in  hues  of  gold. 
But  none  are  so  fair  to  me 
Ab  these  wild- wood  flowers  : 

Pw'^'-  w'M-WOod  flowprs 


Vt&  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

All  that  the  Church,  the  world,  hath  taught, 

Is  now  unfolded  to  our  view  : 
Lord  !  for  thy  glory,  guide  and  hless 
The  active  pen — the  wondrous  press. 

3  Thus  each,  in  this  fair  spot  of  earth, 

Whate'er  his  intellectual  span — 
Hail,  happy  age  !  thanks  Christian  birth  !-  - 

May  be  a  soul-exalted  man  ; 
IMay  win  a  higher,  holier  aim, — 
A  Bible-student's  honor'd  name. 

4  Then,  while  our  thousands  crowd  the  brink 

Of  wisdom's  life-inspiring  flood, 
Lord  !  make  us  all  athirst  to  drink 

From  the  pure  fount  of  heavenly  good  ; 
That  triple  fount,  from  which  above 
Flow  gospel  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 

London  S.  S.  T.  Maqazink. 


203. 


The  Try  Coinpany. 


1  T'HERE  is  a  hopeful  Company 
J-     We're  just  about  to  start, 
And  we  invite  you  all,  young  friends, 

To  join  us  hand  and  heart. 
So  come  and  add  your  name  at  once, 
^  Nor  wait  till  by-and-by. 
For  'tis  u  thing  worth  joining,  this — 
Our  Company,  "The  Try." 
12 


204 


Bnl)  or  Bust. 

1  TDLEE,  why  lie  down  to  die  ? 
1     Better  rub  than  rust. 
Hark  !^  the  lark  sings  in  the  sky — 

"  Die  when  die  tliou  must ! 
Day  is  waking,  leaves  are  shaking, 
Better  rub  than  rust." 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  179 

2  In  the  grave  there's  sleep  enough— 

"Better  rub  than  rust : 
Death,  perhaps,  is  hunger-proof, 

Die  when  die  thou  must ; 
Men  are  mo\ving,  breezes  blowing, 

Better  rub  than  rust." 

3  He  who  will  not  work  shall  want ; 

Naught  for  naught  is  just — 
Won't  do,  vniM  do,  when  he  can't; 

"Better  rub  than  rust. 
Bees  are  flying,  sloth  is  dying, 

Better  rub  than  rust."  Elliott. 


205 


God  for  our  Xative  Land.. 

School  Vocalist,  354. 

1  riOD'S  blessing  be  upon 

\J  Our  own,  our  native  land  ! 
The  land  our  fathers  won 

By  the  strong  heart  and  hand, 

The  keen  axe  and  the  brand  ; 
When  they  fell'd  the  forest's  pride, 

And  the  tyrant  foe  defied. 

The  free,  the  rich,  the  wide  : 
God  for  our  native  land  ! 

2  To  none  upon  a  throne. 

But  God,  Ave  bow  the  knee  ; 
No  noble  name  we  own 

But  noble  liberty  ! 
Ours  is  a  brother-band  ; 

For  the  spirit  of  our  sires 

Each  patriot  bosom  fires. 

And  the  strong  faith  inspires  : 
God  for  our  native  land  ! 


180  LEE    AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

3  Up  with,  the  starry  sign, 

Tlie  red  stripes  and  the  white, 

"Where'er  its  glories  shine, 
In  peace  or  in  the  tight, 

We  own  its  high  command  ; 
For  the  flag  our  fathers  gave, 
O'er  our  children's  heads  shall  wave. 
And  their  children's  children's  grave  : 

God  for  our  native  land  ! 

4  America,  to  thee, 

In  one  united  vow. 
To  keep  thee  strong  and  free. 

And  glorious  as  now — 
We  pledge  each  heart  and  hand  ! 
By  the  blood  our  fathers  shed — 
By  the  ashes  of  the  dead— 
By  the  sacred  soil  we  tread — 
God  for  our  native  land  ! 

Geo.  W.  Bethunb,  D.D. 


206, 


Railroad  Song. 
Conductor. 


PAY  your  fare,  my  little  maid, 
We  cannot  long  delay, 
I  must  rush  the  lightning  train 

A  thousand  miles  to-day  ! 
Pting  the  bell,  blow  the  whistle, 

Shrilly,  clear,  and  strong. 
Blow  the  whistle,  ring  the  bell, 
Eush  the  train  along. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  181 


Chorus  of  Passengers. 

Eing  the  bell,  blow  the  whistle, 

Do  not  thus  delay. 
You  must  rush  the  lightning  train 

A  thousand  miles  to-day  ! 


Fiordla. 

I  cannot  pay,  I  wish  I  could,  ' 
I've  left  my  purse  at  home, 

For  I  have  come  from  fairy  land, 
Around  the  world  to  roam. 


Conductor. 

You  cannot  go,  my  pretty  maid, 

To  carry  you  were  wrong. 
Blow  the  whistle,  ring  the  bell, 

Kush  the  train  along. 

Chorus  of  Passengers. — Piing  the  bell,  &c. 

Old  Gentleman. 

Pray  don't  refuse  the  little  maid, 

I'll  pay  her  fare  with  pleasure. 
Jump  on,  my  dear,  and  when  you're  there, 

Repay  me  at  your  leisure. 
Now  ring  the  bell  and  blow  the  whistle, 

Shrilly,  clear,  and  strong  ; 
Blow  the  whistle,  ring  the  bell, 

Rush  the  train  along. 

Chorus  of  Passengers. — Ring  the  bell,  &c. 


182.  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

O  Q  ^  Male  your  Marie  ! 

Waters'  Anniversnry  Book,  49. 

1  TN  the  quarries  should  you  toil, 

X    Make  your  mark,  make  your  mark  ; 
Do  you  delve  upon  the  soil  ? 

Make  your  mark,  make  your  mark. 
In  whatever  path  you  go, 

In  whatever  place  you  stand, 
Moving  swift  or  moving  slow, 

With  the  heart  or  with  the  hand, 
Make  your  mark,  make  your  itiark. 
We  will  make  our  mark, 
We  will  make  our  mark, 
We  will  make,  we  will  make  our  mark. 

2  Life  is  fleeting  as  a  shade, 

Make  your  mark,  make  your  mark  ; 
Marks  of  some  kind  must  be  made, 

Make  your  mark,  make  your  mark. 
Make  it  while  the  arm  is  strong. 

In  the  golden  hours  of  youth  ; 
Never,  never,  make  it  wrong, 

Make  it  with  the  stamp  of  truth. 
Make  your  mark,  make  your  mark. 

Words  by  a  California  Fakmeb. 


208 


Brothers^  will  you  meet  us ?        P.  M. 

Lee  Avenue  S.  S.  Casket,  vol.  i.  IS). 

1  C  AY,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us 
kJ     On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you 
Where  parting  is  no  more. 


LEE   AYENTTE    COLLECTION.  183 

2  Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore? 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 
Forever,  evermore. 


209, 


Close  of  Worship.  L.  M. 


1  T\rHILE  pilgrims,  Lord,  we  yet  remain, 

TT    To  part,  and  meet,  and  part  again. 
Let  prayer  and  praise  our  lives  employ, 
Thy  presence  still  our  highest  joy  ; 
And  when  our  pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
Oh,  may  we  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  Present  salvation  let  us  prove. 

In  God  the  Father' s  boundless  love, 
In  God  the  Son's  redeeming  grace, 
In  God  the  Spirit's  heavenly  peace  ; 
Then,  when  our  pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
We  all  shall  meet  to  part  no  more, 


210 


On  our  journey  Tiome.  P.  M. 

Anniversary  Hymus,  59. 

1  TN  this  world  of  grief  and  pain, 

-L  Oft  we  meet  to  part  again. 
But  when  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
"We'll  meet  to  part  no  more. 
Then  let  us  onward  move 
To  that  bright  world  above  ; 

Sing  !  oh,  sing  joyfully  ! 
We're  on  our  journey  home. 


184  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

2  In  this  world  of  sin  and  woe. 
Oft  with  tears  our  eyes  o'erflow, 

But  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away, 
In  heaven  we'll  weep  no  more. 

3  Here,  with  sin-beclouded  sight, 
Oft  we  wander  from  the  right ; 

In  heaven,  God's  smile  our  light  shall  be 
To  all  eternity. 


211 


Closing  Hymn.  8s  &  7s. 


1^ 


E  must  close  this  happy  meeting, 
From  each  other  now  depart ; 
But  the  body  now  retreating, 
Cannot  bear  away  the  heart ! 


2  We  are  all  as  one  in  pleasure. 

One  to  share  and  soothe  in  grief. 
One  oiu-  hope  of  heavenly  treasure, 
And  this  parting  will  be  brief. 

3  Soon  we'll  have  another  meeting. 

Nevermore  again  to  part  ; 
Then  no  fear  that  time  is  fleeting 
Will  disturb  or  grieve  the  heart. 

4  In  one  song  our  voices  blending, 

"No  farewell  will  lend  discord  ; 
For  our  joy  will  be  unending. 
We  forever  with  the  Lord. 

Rev.  H.  L.  Dixsmore 


LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION.  185 


SELECTIONS  FOTt  CHAXTIXG. 


-1  Psalm  121. 

J-  •  Dulcimer,  296. 

1  T  WILL  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills,  from 
X        whence  [  cometh  •  •  my  |  help. 

My  help  cometh  from  the  Lord,  which  [  made 
—  I  heaven  and  |  earth. 

2  He  will  not  suffer  thy  foot  to  be  moved  ;  he  that 

keepeth  thee  |  will  not  j  slumber. 
Behold,  he  that  keepeth  Israel  j  shall  not  | 
slumber- 'nor  |  sleep. 

3  The  Lord  is  thy  keeper  ;  the  Lord  is  thy  ishade 

upon  thy  j  right —  [  hand. 
The  sun  shall  not  smite  thee  by  day,  |  nor 
the  I  moon  by  |  night. 

4  The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  all  evil  ;  he 

shall  pre-  |  serve  thy  |  soul. 
The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  out,  and 
thy  coming  in,  from  this  time  forth,  and  [ 
even-  -for  I  ever-  I  more.     Amen. 


2  Psalm  103. 

•  Dulcimer,  300. 

I  "DLESS  the  Lord,  i  0  my  |  soul, 
Jj    And  all  that  is  within  me  j  bless  his  I  holy 


186  LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTIO]^. 

2  Bless  the  Lord,  |  0  my  |  soul, 

And  for-  |  get  not  |  all  his  |  benefits. 

tJ  Who  forgiveth  |  all  •  •  thine  in-  |  iquities, 
Who  I  healeth  |  all*  'thy  dis-  \  eases ; 

4  Who  redeemeth  thy  |  life"  'from  de-  |  stniction  ; 

Who  crowneth  thee  with  loving  |  kindness" " 
and  I  tender  j  mercies ; 

5  Who  satisfieth  thy  |  mouth  •  •  with  good  ]  things, 

So  that  thy  |  youth  •  •  is  re-  1  newed "  •  like  the 
I  eagle's. 

6  The  Lord  executeth  |  righteousness*"  -and  j  judg- 

ment 
For  I  all  that  |  are  op-  |  pressed. 

7  He  made  known  his  |  ways*  •unto  |  Moses, 

His  acts  1  unto- "the  |  children* -of  I  Israel. 
Amen. 


^H 


3Fsalm  84. 
Dulnmer,  S96. 

OW  amiable  are  thy  tabernacles,  0  |  Lord  of 

\  hosts  : 

My  soul  longeth,  yea,  even  fainteth  for  the 
courts  of  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  and  my 
flesh  crieth  |  out*  "for  the  |  living  |  God. 

2  Blessed  are  they  that  |  dwell*  *in  thy  |  house  ; 

They  will  be  j  still —  |  praising  |  thee. 

3  They  go  from  |  strength  to  |  strength ; 

Every  one  of  them  in  Zion  ap-  |  peareth  be-  | 
fore —  I  God. 

4  0  Lord  God  of  hosis,  hear  our  prayer  ;  give  ear, 

0  1  God  of  I  Jacob  ; 


LEE    AVENUE    C0LLECTI02T.  187 

Behold.  0  Lord,  our  shield,   and  look  upon 
the  j  face  of  ]  thine  an-  |  oiuted. 

5  For  a  day  in  thy  courts  is  |  better  •  •  than  a  ] 

thousand  ; 
I  had  rather  be  a  door-keeper  in  the  house  of 
my  God,  than   to  |  dwell-  -in  the  |  tents 
of  I  wickedness. 

6  For  the  Lord  is  a  sun  and  a  shield ;  the  Lord 

will  give  I  grace  and  1  glory  ; 
No  good  thing  will  he  withhold  from  [  them 
that  I  walk  up-  |  rightly.     Amen. 


Psalm  23. 


ij 


Dnlcimer,  296. 


HE  Lord  is  my  shepherd  ;    I  |  shall   not  | 

want ; 
He  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  green  pastures  ; 

he   leadeth  me   be-  j  side    the  |  still —  ] 

waters. 

2  He  restoreth  my  soul ;    he  leadeth  me  in  the 

paths  of  righteousness  for  his  |  name's — 
I  sake  ; 
Yea,  though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of  the 
shadow  of  death,  I  will  fear  no  evil  ;  for 
thou  art  with  me  ;  thy  |  rod*  "and  thy  | 
staff  they  |  comfort  me. 

3  Thou  preparest  a  table  before  me,  in  the  |  pres- 

ence-  of  mine  |  enemies  : 
ITiou  anointest  my  head  with  oil ;  |  my  cup  | 
runneth  j  over. 


188  LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

4  Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow  me  all 
the  I  days-  -of  my  |  life  ; 
And  I  shall  dwell  in  the  |  house  •  •  of  the  [  Lord 
for  I  ever.     Amen. 


6. 

^0 


Psalm  8. 

Primarj-  School  Vocalist,  \'%, 

LORD,  our  God,  how  excellent  is  thy  name 
in  I  all  the  |  earth  : 
Who    hast     set   thy  |  glory  •  •  a-*  |  bove  the  | 
heavens. 

2  "When  I  consider  thy  heavens,  the  |  work  of-  • 
thy  I  fingers  ; 
The  moon  and  |  stars  which  |  thou-  -hast  or- 
1  dained, 

8  "What  is  man  that  thou  art  |  mindful  -  •  of  j  him  ; 
And  the  son  of  |  man-  -that  thou  |  visitest  | 
him. 

4  For  thou  hast  made  him  a  little  j  lower-  'than 

the  I  angels  ; 
And   hast  crowned  |  him  with  |  glory-  -and  | 
honor. 

5  Thou  madest  him  to  have  dominion  over  the  ( 

works  of-   thy  |  hands  ; 
Thou  hast  put  |  all  things  |  under*  -his  |  feot. 

6  0  Lord,  our  God,  how  excellent  is  thy  name 

in  I  all  the  |  earth  : 
Who    hast  set    thy  |  glory  -  •  a- {  bo ve    the  ( 
heavens.     Amen. 


LEE   AYENUE    COLLECTION.  189' 

Q  Psalm  86. 

Primary  School  Vecaliat,  179. 

1  pOW  down  thine  ear,  0  |  Lord,  and  |  hear  me  : 
D    For  I  I  am  [  poor  and  |  needy. 

2  For  tliou,  Lord,  art  good,  and  j  ready  -to  for-  \ 

give  ; 
And    plenteous    in    mercy    nnto  [  all- •thera 
that  I  call- -upon  |  thee. 

o  Teach  me  thy  way,  0   Lord:  I  will  |  walk"  -in 
thy  I  truth : 
Unite  my  |  heart  to  |  fear  thy  j  name. 

4  I  will  praise  thee,  0  Lord  my  God,  with  [  all 
my  I  heart : 
And  I  will  glorify  thy  |  name  for-  [  ever  f 
more.     Amen. 


^  Psalm  67. 

•    •  Primary  School  Vojaliat,  1*9.. 

1  r\  OD  be  merciful  unto  j  us,  and  I  bless  us  : 

VT    And  show  us  the  light  of  his  countenance 
and  be  ■  merci-ful  [  unto  j  us. 

2  That  thy  way  be  |  known  up-on  [  earth  ; 

Thy  saving  |  health  a-  |  mong  all  |  nations. 

5  Ijct  the  people  praise  ]  thee,  0  ]  God  ; 
Yea,  let  |  all  the  [  people  |  praise  thee. 

4  0  let  the  nations  re-  j  joicc  and  be  j  glad  : 

For  thou  shalt  govern  \>.ie  folk  righteously, 
and  govern  the  1  na-  •  •  tions  up-  [  on —  ; 
earth. 


190  LEE    ATENUE    COLLECTION. 

■6  Let  the  people  praise  |  thee,  0  j  God  ; 
Yea,  let  j  all  the  i  people  |  praise  thee. 

€  Then  shall  the  earth  bring  |  forth  her  |  increase  ; 
And  God,  even  our  own  j  God,  shall  |  give  us 
•   his  1  blessing. 

7  God  shall  |  bless —  |  ns ; 

And  all  the  ends  of  the  j  world  shall  |  fear —  j 
him. 


^  There  is  a  river. 

M;ison'a  hook  of  Chr.nta. 

1  'PHERE  is  a  river  of  immortal  peace, 

X   Clear  springing  from  the  high  e-  |  ternal  | 

throne, 
Which  flows  in  blissful  streams  through  |  all  the 

I  groves 
Of  1  paradise  ; 

2  from  this  eternal  spring 
Some  little  rivulets  descend,  to  cheer 
The  I  city  of  our  |  God, — 

the  sacred  place 
Of  I  his  a-  I  bode  on  |  earth  ; 

3  though  all  around 
Be  I  discord'  'and  com-  I  motion, — 

she  shall  dwell 
Unmoved,  serene,  and  |  safe,  for  j  God  is  |  there  : 

4  His  arm  omnipotent  is  I  ever  |  near, 

Her  present  |  help,  her  |  all-suf-  -ficient  |  guard 

6  The  Lord  of  |  hosts  is  |  with  us  ; 

Israel's  God 
Is  our  defence,  our  |  ever-  |  lasting  |  refuge. 


LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION.  191 

0  Matthew,  xi.  28. 

*"     *  Sabba'.h  S-:hool,  52. 

1  pO]\IE  unto  me  all  ye    that  labor  and  are  1 
\J         heav)'  I  laden, 

And  1  I  will  I  give  you  |  rest. 

2  Take  my  yoke  upon  you,  and  [  learn  of  j  me, 

For  I  am  meek  and  lowly  in  heart,  and  ye 
shall  find  |  rest  un-  |  to  your  ]  souLs. 

3  For  my  yoke  is  easy,  and  my  j  burden*  "is  j  light, 

For  mv  voke  is  |  easy  'and  my  |  burden*  "is  j 
li-ht. 


10, 


If  I  ic ere  a  voice. 


F  I  were  a  voice,  a  persuasive  voice, 

rhatcould  travel  the  |  wide  world  |  through, 
I  would  fly  on  the  beams  of  the  morning  light, 
And  speak  to  men  with  a  gentle  might, 

And  I  tell  them  ]  to  be  [  true. 

2  I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  over  land  and  sea, 
Wherever  a  human  |  heart  might  |  be. 
Tolling  a  tale  or  singing  a  song, 

In    praise   of    the  |  right,  in  j  blame*  •  of    the  j 
wrong. 

3  If  I  were  a  voice,  a  consoling  voice. 

Id  fly  on  the  |  wings*  *of  the  \  air  : 
The  homes  of  sorrow  and  guilt  I'd  seek. 
And  calm  and  truthful  words  I'd  speak. 

To  I  save  them  j  from  de-  |  spair. 

4  I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  o'er  the  crowded  town, 
And  drop,  like  the  happy  |  sunlight  |  down, 


192  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

Into  the  hearts  of  suffering  men, 

And  teach  them  |  to  look  |  up  a-  j  gain. 

5  If  I  were  a  voice,  an  immortal  voice, 

I  would  fly  the  |  earth  a-  |  round  ; 
And  wherever  man  unto  error  bow'd, 
I'd  publish  in  notes  both  long  and  loud, 

The  I  Truth's  most  |  joyful  |  sound. 

6  I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  on  the  wings  of  day, 
Proclaiming  peace  on  my  |  Avorld-wide  |  way. 
Bidding  the  sadden' d  ones  rejoice — • 

If  I  were  a  I  voice,  •  "an  im-  I  mortal  I  voice. 


11 


Psalm  51. 

Sabliith  School, 


1  TJAVE  mercy  upon  me,  0  God,  according  lo 
11       thy  I  loving  j  kindness  ; 

According  to  the  multitude  of  thy  tender  mer- 
cies, !  blot  out  1  my  trans-  |  gressions. 

2  Wash  me  thoroughly  from  my  iniquity,  and  | 

cleanse  me  •  •  from  my  1  sin  ; 
For   I  acknowledge  my   transgression ;    and 
my  I  sin  is  {  ever-  -be-  |  fore  me. 

3  Against  thee,  thee  only  have  I  sinned,  and  done 

this  evil  in  |  thy —  |  sight ; 
That    thou   maycst   be    justified   when   thou 
speakcst,  and  be  |  clear  when  |  thou —  | 
judgest. 

4  (Create  in  me  a  clean  heart,  0  God,  and  renew  a 

right  I  spirit-  "Avith-  |  in  me. 
Cast  me  not  away  from  thy  presence,  and  take 
not  thy  I  Holy  |  Spirit  |  from  me. 


LEE   AYE^'^E    COLLECTION.  193 

5  Kestore  unto  me  the  joy  of  thy  salvation,  and 
uphold  me  Avith  |  thy  free  ]  spirit ; 
Then  will  I  teach  transgressors  thy  ways,  an<l 
sinners  shall  be  con-  |  verted  |  unto  |  tlioe. 


"j  O  Come  to  me. 

'  Waters'  S.  S.  Music  Book,  6S. 

1  WITH  tearful  eyes  I  look  around, 

T  T      Life  seems  a  dark  and  )  stormy  |  sea  ; 
Yet  'midst  the  gloom  I  hear  a  sound, 

A  heavenly  \  whisper,  |  "Come  to  J  me." 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest — 

It  tells  me  where  my  |  soul  may  |  flee  ; 
0^1 !  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppress' d, 

How  sweet  the  |  bidding,  |  "Come  to  |  me. 

3  When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 

From  all  I  love,  en-  |  joy,  and  |  see  ; 
When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  |  utters,  |  "  Come  to  |  me." 

4  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die, 

Earth  is  no  resting-  |  place  for  |  thee, 
Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
I  am  thy  |  portion,  (  "  Come  to  |  me." 

5  0  voice  of  mercy  !  voice  of  love  ! 

In  conflict,  grief,  and  |  ago-  |  ny, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above  ! 

And  gently  |  whisper,  |  "Come  to  |  me." 
13 


194  LEE    AVEXUE    COLLECTION. 


13, 


Psalm  or. 


1  nOD  be  merciful  unto  |  us,  and  |  bless  us; 
VT     Ami  cause  his  |  face  to  |  shine  upon  us. 

2  That  thy  way  may  be  |  knoivn  up-on  ]  earth, 

Thy  saving  |  health  a-  |  mong  all  j  natioas. 

3  Let  tlie  people  praise  |  the'6,  0  |  God  ; 

Let  I  cdl  the  j  people  |  praise  thee. 

4  0  let  the  nations  be  glad  and  |  sing  for  |  joy : 

For  thou  shalt  judge  the  people  righteously, 
and  govern  the  |  nations  j'upon  |  earth. 

5  Let  the  people  praise  |  thee,  0  |  God ; 

Let  I  all  the  |  peoplu  |  praise  thee. 

6  Tben  shall  the  earth  |  yield  her  |  increase  ; 

And  God,  even  [  our  own  |  God,  shall  |  bless 
us. 

7  God  I  shall —  |  bless  us  ; 

And  all  the  ends  of  the  |  earth  shall  |  fear—  | 
him. 


14. 


Psalm  95. 


1  n  COME,  let  us  sing  un-  |  to  the  ]  Lord  : 
U    Let  us  make  ar  joyful  noise  to  the  |  Rock  of 

I  our  sal-  I  vation. 

2  Let  us  come  before  his  presence  |  with  thanks-  ) 

giving, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise  1  unto  |  him  with  | 
psalms. 

3  For  the  Lord  is  a  |  great—  |  God. 

And  a  great  j  King  a-  |  hove  all  |  gods. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  195 

4  In  his  band  are  the  deep  places  |  of  the  |  earth  : 

The  strength  of  the  |  liills  is  |  his —  |  also. 

5  The  sea  is  his,  |  and  he  |  made  it : 

And  his  hands  |  formed  |  the  dry  |  land. 

G  0  come,  let  ns  worship  and  I  bow —  |  down  : 
Let  us  kneel  be-  |  fore  the  j  Lord  our  |  Maker. 

7  For  he  |  is  our  ]  God  ; 

And  we  are  the  people  of  his  pasture,  and  the 
I  sheep  of  |  his —  |  hand. 

8  To-day  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice,  harden  |  not 

your  I  heart, 
As  in  the  provocation,  and  as  in  the  day  of 
temp-  I  -tation  |  in  the  |  wilderness. 

9  When  your  fathers  |  tempted  |  me, 

Proved  |  me,  and  |  saw  my  ]  work. 

10  Forty  years  long  vras  I  grieved  with  |  this*' 

gener-  |  ation, 
And  said.  It  is  a  people  that  do  err  in  their 
heart,  and  they  |  have  not  |  known  ray  | 
ways  : 

11  Unto  whom  I  sware  |  in  my  |  wrath 

That  they  should  not  |  enter  |  into*  "my  |  rest. 


15, 


Psalm  136. 


1  AH,  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord  ;  for  )  he  is 
U         good : 

For  his  j  mercy  -en-  |  dureth'  -for-  |  ever. 

2  Oh.  give  thanks  unto  the  |  God  of  |  gods  : 

For  his  |  mercy  "en-  |  duretli-   for-  |  ever. 


196  LEE   AYEXUE   COLLECTION. 

Z.  Oh,  give  thanks  to  the  |  Lord  of  |  lords  : 
For  his  |  mercy  'en-  J  dureth'  'for-  |  ever. 

4  To  hira  who  alone  |  doeth*  'great  |  wonders  : 

For  his  |  mercy  'en-  |  dureth-  -for-  |  ever. 

5  To  him  that  hy  wisdom  ]  made  the  |  heiivens  : 

For  his  |  mercy  •  •  eu-  |  dureth  •  •  for-  |  ever. 

6  To  him  that  stretched  out  the  earth  a-  |  hovi 

the  I  waters  : 
For  his  ]  mercy  "en-  |  dureth"   for-  ]  ever. 

7  To  him  that  |  made  great  |  lights  : 

For  liis  I  mercy  •  •  en-  |  dureth  •  'for-  |  ever. 

8  The  sun  to  (  rule  by  |  day  : 

For  his  |  mercy  -en-  |  dureth-  -for-  |  ever. 

9  The  moon  and  stars  to  |  rule  hy  |  night : 

For  his  |  mercy  •  •  en-  |  dureth  -  •  for-  |  ever. 

10  "Who  remembered  us  in  our  |  low  es-  |  tate  : 

For  his  |  mercy  -  •  eu-  |  dureth  •  -  for-  |  ever. 

11  And  hath  redeemed  us  |  from  our  |  enemies  : 

For  his  |  mercy-  -en-  |  dureth-  -for-  |  ever. 

12  Who  giveth  food  to  |  all—  |  flesh  : 

For  his  |  mercy  •  -  en-  |  dureth  •  •  for-  |  ever. 

13  Oh,  give  thanks  unto  the  |  God  of  |  heaven  : 

For  his  I  mercy-  en-  I  dureth-  for-  I  ever. 


16. 


Isaiah,  lii.  7-9. 


1    TTOW  beautiful  up-  ]  on  the  |  mountiiins 
XI   Are  the  feet  of  him  that  bringeth  good  |  ti- 
dings, ••  that  I  publish-eth  |  peace; 


LEE    AYENFE    COLLECTION.  197 

2  Tliat  bringeth  good  tidings  of  good,  that  pub- 

lisheth  I  sal —  |  ration  : 
That  saith  unto  |  Zion,  ■  •'iliy  |  God —  |  rcigu- 
eth! 

3  Thy  watchmen  shall  lift  |  up  the  |  voice  ; 

With  the  voice  to-  j  gether  |  shall  they  |  sing  : 

A  For  they  shall  see  |  eye  to  |  eye, 

When  the  Lord  shall  |  bring  a-  |  gain —  |  Zion. 

5  Break  |  forth"  'into  |  joy, 

Sing  together,  ye  waste  places  |  of  Je-  |  rusa- 
I  Icni  : 

6.  For  the  Lord  hath  j  comforted"  "his  |  people, 
He  hath  re-  |  deemed"  "Je-  |  rusa-  j  lem. 

7  The  Lord  hath  made  bare  his  holy  arm  in  the 
eyes  of  |  all  the  |  nations  ; 
And  all  the  ends  of  the  earth  shall  see  the 
sal-  j  vation  |  of  our  |  God. 


_[_  I  ,  Te  Deum  Laudamus. 

1  WE  praise  |  thee,  0  |  God ; 

TT    We  acknowledge  |  thee  to  |  "be  the  |  Lord, 

2  All  the  earth  doth  j  worship  |  thee, 

The  I  Father  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

3  To  thee  all  angels  |  cry  a-  |  loud. 

The  heavens,  and  |  all  the  |  powers  there-  ]  in. 

4  To  thee  |  cherubim,"  "and  |  seraphim. 

Con-  I  tinu-al-  |  ly  do  |  cry, 

5  Holy,    I  holy,  |  holv, 

Lord  I  God  of  |  Saba-  |  oth  ; 


198  LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION. 

6  Heaven  and  |  earth  are  |  full 

Of  the  I  majes-ty  |  of  thy  |  glory. 

7  The  glorious  company  of  the  apostles  |  praise — 

I  thee. 
The   goodly  fellowship    of    the  |  prophets  | 
praise —  |  thee. 

8  The  nohle  army  of  martyrs  J  praise —  |  thee. 

The  holy  church  throughout  all  the  world  | 
doth  ac-  1  knowledge  |  thee, 

9  The  Father,  of  an  |  infi-nite  |  majesty  ; 

Thine  adorable,  |  true,  and  |  ofily  |  Son ; 

10  Also  the  I  Holy  |  Ghost, 

The  I  Com |  fort [  er. 

11  Thou  art  the  King  of  |  glory,  0  |  Christ, 

Thou  art  the  everlasting  1  Son*  "of  the  |  Fa- 
—  I  ther. 

12  When  thou  tookest  upon  thee  to  de-  |  liver  | 

man, 
Thou  didst  humble  thyself  to  be  |  born —  | 
of  a  I  virgin. 

13  When  thou  hadst  overcome  the  |  sharpness-  -of 

I  death. 
Thou  didst  open  the  kingdom  of  [  heaven  to 
I  all  be-  I  lievers. 

14  Thou  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  God,  in  the 

glory  I  of  the  |  Father. 
We  believe  that  thou  shalt  |  come  to  |  be  our 
[Judge. 

15  We  therefore  pray  thee,  |  help  thy  |  servants. 

Whom  thou  hast  redeemed  |  witli  thy  |  pre- 
cious I  blood. 


LEE    AYE^'UE    COLLECTION-.  199 

16  Hake  them  to  be  numhered  |  with  thy  |  saints, 

In  I  sloiy  I  ever-  ]  lasting. 

17  0   Lord,  save  thy  people,  and  [  bless   thine  | 

heritage  ; 
Govern  them  and  [  lift  them  |  up  for  |  ever. 

18  Day  by  day  we  |  magni-fy  |  thee ; 

And  we  worship  thy  name  ever,  |  world  with- 
out—  I  end. 

19  Vouchsafe,  0  Lord,  to  keep  us  this  day  |  with- 

out I  sin  ; 
0  Lord,  have  mercy  upon  us,  have  |  mer-cy 
up-  I  on —  I  us. 

20  0  Lord,  let  thy  mercy  be  up-  |  on —  |  us, 

As  our  I  trust —  |  is  in  |  thee. 

21  0  Lord,  in  thee  ]  have  I  |  trusted  ; 

Let  me  |  never  |  be  con-  |  founded. 


lo.  Gloria  Patri. 

1  n  LORY  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  [  Son, 
IJ    And  I  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

2  As  it  Avas  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever 

shall  I  be, 
World  I  without  |  end.     A-  |  men. 


19.       TTi^  LorcVs  Pra^/er.— Matt.  vi.  9-13. 


1  AUR 
U    H 


Father  who  |  art  in  |  heaven. 
Hallowed  |  be —  |  thy —  |  name ; 


200  LEE    AVENUE   COLLECTION". 

2  Thy  I  kingdom  |  come. 

Thy  will  be  done  in  earth  |  as  it  j  is  in  {  hear 
en. 

8  Give  us  this  day  om-  |  daily  |  bread  ; 

And  forgive  us  our  debts,  as  |  we  for-  |  gi  e 
our  I  debtors  ; 

4  And  lead  us  not  |  into  •  •  temp-  |  tation, 
But  de-  I  liv-cr  |  us  from  |  evil ; 

o  For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  |  power,  and 
the  I  glory, 
For-  I  ever.  |  A |  men. 


20. 


I  will  arise. 


1  T  "WILL  arise  and  go  unto  my  father,  and  will 
X.  I  say  -unto  |  him, 

2  Father,  I  have  sinned  against  heaven  and  be-  ] 

fore —  I  thee, 

3  And  am  no  more  worthy  to  be  calle<:I  |  thy—  | 

son.     Amen. 


Cy-i         From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit. 

Dulcimer,  300. 

1  T?iiOM  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit,  our  h«nn- 
X.         ble  prayer  ascends,  0  |  Father.  |  hear  it ; 

Borne  on  the  trembling  wings  of  fear  and  | 
meekness  ;  •  ■  for-  |  give  its  |  weakness. 

2  We  know — we  feel,  how  mean,  and  how  unwor- 

thy the  lowly  sacrifice  we  |  pour  be-  '  fore 
thee  ; 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTIOX.  201 

What  can  we  offer  thee,  0  thou  most  ]  holy  I 

•  •  but  1  sin  and  |  fully  ? 

5  We  8ee  thy  hand — it  leads  us — it  supports  us  ; 

we  hear  thy  voice — it  \  counsels,"  "and  it 
I  courts  us  ; 
And  then  we  turn  away  ;  yet  still  thy  j  kind- 
ness* "for-  I  gives  our  |  blindness. 

4  Who  can  resist  thy  gentle  call,  appealing  to  ev- 
ery generous  thought  and  |  grateful  |  feel- 
ing ? 
Oh.  who  can  hear  the  accents  of  thy  [  mercy, 

•  -and  I  never  |  love  thee? 

o  Kind  Benefactor!  plant  within  this  bosom  the  | 
seeds  of  |  holiness, 
And  let  them  blossom  in  fragrance,  and  in 
beauty  bright  and  j  A'ernal,-  'and  [  spring 
c-  I  ternal. 

6  Then  place  them  in  those  everlasting  gardens 

where  angels  walk,  and  |  seraphs*  *are  the 
i  wardens ; 
Where   every   flower,    brought   safe    through 
death's  dark  |  portal,  ••be-  j  comes  im-  j 
mortal.     Amen. 


99.  For  the  Poor. 

'"•  "^  •  Dultimcr,  296. 

1  1)  LESSED  is  he  that  con-  |  sidereth  *  •  the  |  poor  -, 
±y    The  Lord  will  de-  j  liver •  •him  in  (  time  ol 

j  trouble. 

2  The  Lord  will  preserve  him.  and  ]  keep^  'him  a- 

I  live  ; 
And  he  shall  be  |  blessed  •   up-  |  on  the  |  earth. 


202  LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTIOX. 

3  Tlie  Lord  will  stvengtlicn  him  upon  the  |  bed  of 
I  languishing  ; 
Thou  Avilt  make  |  all  his  |  bed'  -in  his  \  sick- 
ness.    Amen. 


2 


O  If  a  man  die. 

Dyniouth  Collection,  SMS. 


1  TF  a  man  die,  shall  he  |  live  a-  |  gain? 

X  All  the  days  of  my  appointed  |  time  will  I  1 

wait 
Till  I  my  change  j  come. 

2  For  there  is  hope  of  a  tree,  if  it  j'be  cut  |  down, 
That  it  will  |  sprout  a-  |  gain, 

And  that  the  tender  branch  thereof  j  will  not  | 
cease.  < 

3  'i'hough  the  root  thereof  wax  |  old  in  the  ]  earth, 
Yet  tlirough  the  scent  of  }  water  it  will  |  bud, 
And  bring  forth  |  boughs  like  a  |  plant. 

4  But  man  dieth  and  |  wasteth  a-  |  way  ; 
Yea.  man  giveth  ]  up  the  |  ghost. 
And  I  where  is  |  he  ? 

5  As  the  waters  |  fall  from  the  |  sea, 
So  man  lieth  down,  and  |  riseth  |  not 
Till  the  j  heavens  be  no  |  more. 

G  Oh,  that  thou  wouldst  ]  hide  me  in  the  |  grave, 
That  thou  wouldst  keep  me  in  secret,  till  thy  j 

wrath  be  |  past, 
Tliat  thou  wouldst  appoint  me  a  set  time,  and 

re-  j  member  i  me. 

7  For  I  know  that  my  Re-  ]  deemcr  ]  liveth, 
And  that  he  shall  stand  in  the  latter  day  up-  I 
on  the  I  earth. 


LEE    AVENUE    COLLECTION.  203 

And  though  woi-ms  destroy  this  hody,  yet  in  my 
flesh  shall  I  |  see—  ]  God. 


24 


Burial  Service . 

DulL-imer,  300. 


1  Al-R  days  on  earth  are  as  a  shadov/-,  and  there 
\J        is  I  none  a-  |  biding  ; 

Yv^e  are  but  of  yesterday,  there  is  but  a  |  step 
•  between  |  us  and  |  death. 

2  Man's  days  are  as  grass  ;  as  a  flower  of  the  field 

I  so  lie  i  flourisheth  ; 
lie  appeareth  for  a  little  time,  and  then  |  van- 
ish- I  eth  a-  I  way. 

3  ^Yatch,  for  ye  know  not  what  hour  your  j  Lord 

doth  I  come  ; 
Be  ye  also  ready,  for  in  such  an  hour  as  ye 
thiuk  not,  the  |  Son  of  |  man —  |  cometh. 

4  It  is  the  Lord  ;  let  him  do  what  |  seemeth.  .him 

I  good  : 
The  Lord  gave,   and   the  Lord    hath   taken 
away,    and    blessed   be   the  |  name —  |  of 
the  I  Lord.     Amen. 


2r>  So  fades  thefiower. 

^^  ^*  Dulcimer,  300. 

1  CO   fades   the   lovely,    blooming   flower,   frail, 
U         smiling  solace  |  of  an  |  hour  ; 

So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly,  and  pleas- 
ure I  only  I  blooms  to  |  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind,  no  healing  art,  to  soothe  the 

anguish  \  of  the  |  heart  ? 


20-i  LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION. 

Spirit  of  grace,  be  ever  nigh  :  thy  comforts  | 
are  not  |  made  to  |  die. 

.';  Let   gentle   patience  smile  on  pain,    till   dyin^r 

hope  re-  |  vives  a  |  gain  ; 

Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  sorrow's  eye,  and 

faith       points  j  npward  |  to       the  |  sky. 

Amen.  '  . 


26, 


Dcatlilcss  spirit,  noiD  arise. 

Dulciraer,  300. 

1  T\EATHLESS  spirit,  now  arise  ;  spar,  thou  na- 
JL/        tive  I  of  the  |  skies  ; 

Pearl  of  price  by  Jesus  bought,  to  his  j  glori- 
ous 1  likeness  |  wrought. 

2  Go  to  shine  before  the  throne;  deck  the  Medi- 

I  ator's  I  crown  ; 
Go,  his  triumphs  to  adorn ;  made  for  j  God,  to 
j  God  re-  I  turn.     Amen. 


27. 


Burial  Senice. 


1  "DLESSED  are  the  dead,  who  die  in  the  j  Lord 
jD       from  I  lienccforth  : 

Yea,  saitli  the  Spirit,  that  they  may  rest  from 
their  labors,  |  and  their  j  works  do  j  fol- 
low them. 

2  Rlessed  and  holy  is  he  that  hath  part  in  the  first 

resurrection  ;   on  such  the  second  death  [ 
hath  no  !  power ; 
But  they  shall  be  priests  of  God,  and  of  Christ, 
and  shall  reign  with  [  him  a  |  thousand  I 
years. 


LEE    AYENUE    COLLECTION.  205 

Unto  him  that  loved  us,  and  washed  ns  from  our 
sins  in  his  own  blood,  and  hath  made  us 
kings  and  priests  to  God  |  and  his  |  Fa- 
ther : 
To  him  he  glory  and  do-  [  minion'  "for  |  ever 
•  •  and  I  ever. 

Blessed  are  the  dead,  who  die  in  the  |  Lord  from 
I  henceforth  : 
Yea,  saith  the  Spirit,  that  they  may  rest  from 
their  labors,  |  and  their  |  works  do  |  fol- 
low them.     Amen. 


IKDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


The  figures  refer  to  pages. 

p..t'« 

A  erain  of  corn  an  infant's  hand fi'i 

A  little  longer  here  below 115 

All  honor  to  our  Snndaj'-School 1 00 

Arise,  my  soul,  to  Pisgah's  height 1*21 

As  o'er  liis  furro\v"d  fields  which  lie * IM 

At  Sunday-School  you're  sure  to  find '-'<> 

A  welcome,  brothers,  from  each  heart ir><3 

Beautiful  Zion  built  above 151 

Behold !  behold  !  the  Lamb  of  God IS 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  who  see T'> 

Hook  of  grace  and  book  of  glory ;yj 

Breast  the  wave,  Chrislian,"when  it  is  strongest loy 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill "I «8 

Ciiide  mildly  the  erring 107 

Children,  hark,  the  Saviour's  speaking 60 

Children  of  Zion  !  what  harp  notes  are  stealing 77 

Columbia,  the  gem  of  the  ocean 1 70 

Come  all  who  would  to  glory  go 40 

Come,  friends  and  brethren,  ere  we  part ...  101 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  Journey  pursue I'Jo 

Come,  litt'e  soldiers,  join  in  our  band 51 

(3ome,  my  brethren,  let  us  tr}' SI 

Oome  sound  his  praise  abroad 5 

Come  to  Jesu-^,  come  to  Jesus 75 

Come  with  us  to-day,  oh,  come 28 

Come,  ye  converts,  come  and  welcome 47 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  frotif  thy  sadness 91 

Days  and  weeks  and  months  returning 95 

Dear  Jesus !  ever  at  my  side '. 14 

Depth  of  niercv  can  there  be 43 

Do  not  I  love  thee.  0  my  Lord 29 

Dust,  receive  thy  kindred 139 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand 74 

Every  day  liath  toil  and  trouble lOi 


INDEX    OF    FIIiST    LINES,  207 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shinins: ()T 

Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  may  n<it  stay 47 

Farewell,  mv  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  hand TS 

Fathi-r,  1  know  that  a  1  my  life 110 

Father,  whateVr  of  earthly  blisS •'» 

Flowers,  wild-wood  flowers IT") 

Forever  with  the  Lord l-VJ 

For  wh:it  bhall  I  praise  thee,  my  God  and  my  Kinir 7 

Friends  of  freedom,  swell  the  S()ng 102 

From  busy  toil  and  hcitvy  care o7 

Gentlv,  Lord.  oh.  gently  lead  us «>"i 

Gladly,  brothers,  gladly i)(j 

God's  blessing  be  upon .  179 

God  is  my  sirong  salvation '16 

Go,  labor  on,  .«pend  and  be  spent  ■ 105 

Go.  labor  on  :  your  liands  are  weak 105 

Gushing  to  bright  in  the  morning  light 124 

Hhppy  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay 1-3(5 

llarl; !  a  voice,  a  heavenly  voice '. 50 

Hark,  hark,  lo  ihe  merry  Christmas  bells 130 

Hark,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord 56 

Hark,  the  anirels  sinking 128 

Hark,  the  bells  of  holy  Sabbiith 9S 

Heavenl}' home!  heavenly  home!  precious  name  tome.  148 

Hear  tiie  royal  proclamation 34 

Here  oer  the  earih  as  a  stranger  I  roam 117 

Hide  not  thy  talent  in  tiie  earth 61 

Holy  B-.ble.well  1  love.thee 25 

Ho !  reiipers  of  life's  harvest 58 

Home  at  last!  home  at  last 133 

How  lirm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 36 

How  h.ippy  is  the  man  who  has  chosen  wisdom's  ways.. .     82 

How  loving  is  Jesus 13 

How  precious  is  the  name 82 

How  tedious  iiud  tasteless  the  hours 17 

Idler,  why  lie  down  to  die 178 

If  one  bright  spot  there  is  on  earth 167 

I  have  a  father  in  the  promised  land 116 

I  know  ihou  art  gone  to  the  home  of  thy  rest 138 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here 144 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 36 

I  may,  if  I  have  l)Ut  a  mind 00 

In  Eden's  green  retreats 158 

.  Intemperance  like  a  raging  Ilooil 163 

'  In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 143 


208  INDEX    OF    FIEST    LINES. 

In  the  (lyin^  of  the  year 131 

In  the  quanies  you  .-houhl  toil 1S2 

In  this  \v(>rkl  of  grief  and  pain 1?8 

I  w:\s  a  wan<lering  slieep 4f) 

Jesus,  dear  name,  liow  sweet  tlie  sound 7'> 

Jesus,  my  all.  to  heaven  is  gone lli» 

Jesus  spreads  his  i-anner  o'er  us a' 

Jesus,  this  mid-day  hour  of  prayer f>(? 

Jesus,  thj'  love  shall  we  forget 16 

Kind  words  can  never  die" S5 

Let  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing rt 

Let  others  sing  the  ruby  bright IfiO 

Let  tlie  still  air  rejoice l71 

Let  ns  all.  both  old  and  y()ung 92 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire .* S^ 

Like  mist  on  the  mountain 71 

Little  builders,  build  away 64 

Little  givers,  come  and  bring r>9 

Little  rain  drops  feed  the  rill 60 

Lord,  can  a  simple  child  like  me : . . .  6o 

Lord.  I  believe  thy  power  I  own TO 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went 104 

Lord,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 103 

Lord  I  not  to  some  few  favo^r'd  nooks 175 

Lord,  teach  us  hnw  to  pray  aright 12 

Lord,  what  ottering  shall  w'e  bring 103 

Merrily,  the  temperance  horn l<v> 

Mourn  for  the  thousands  slain 172 

Nearer,  my  God.  to  tiiee 123 

No  night  shall  be  in  heaven !  no  gathering  gloom IW 

Now,  dear  children,  can  you  tell 127 

Now  the  golden  ear 12.* 

O  God,  to"  thy  promise  our  hearts  humbly  cling 2t, 

O  happy  day  !  when  God's  dear  Son 12^" 

Oh,  come  children,  come  to  the  Saviour  to-day 50 

Oh.  lor  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love 124 

Oh,  if  for  me  the  cup  you  fill 168 

Oh.  there  is   a  river,  whose  fresh  waters  flow SO 

Oh.  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning 14;i 

Oh :  the  Sabbath  morninsljeautiful  and  bright 23 

Oh!  touch  it  not.  for  deep  within 156 

Oh,  turn  ye,  oh.  turn  ye.  for  why  will  ye  dw 54 

Oh,  we  are  happy  now,  dear  mother ,    S7 

Oh,  what  shii)  is  this  that  coir.is  sailinc  Jj SO 

Oh,  where  Bhall  rest  be  found ". 135 


INDEX    OF    FIEST    LINES.  209 

Pag. 

Oh,  won't  yon  love  my  Jesus Sj? 

One  swet-tfy  solemn  thonglit UT 

Our  hope  is  huilt  on  nothing  loss '26 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  <lea<i 19 

Out  on  an  oce:in  ftll  bounriless  we  ride l'J2 

Pay  your  fare,  mv  little  maid 1  ^u 

People  of  the  livi'ng  God 4-t 

J'jlgrims  we  are.  to  Canaan  bound IIS 

Pleltsnnt  is  the  Sabbaih  bell   v?4 

Ply  the  oar,  brother,  and  speed  the  boat 1(J7 

Eaise  we  now  a  gladsome  measure t) 

Else,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 8 

Kiver  of  death,  thy  stream  1  see 137 

Salvation  !  oh,  the  joyful  sound 10 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us Is2 

Searcher  of  hearts,  from  mine  erase 68 

See  the  shining  dew-drops  27 

Shall  e'er  cold  water  be  forgot 164 

Siie  died,  yet  is  not  dead..T 141 

She  loved  her  Saviour,  and  to  him 101 

Since  o'er  thy  foot-^tool  here  below 149 

Slavery  and  deatii  the  cup  contains 170 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 68 

Soon,  soon  and  forever  our  union  shall  be Ill 

Speak  g'.'Utly,  it  is  belter  fiir lOT 

Speed,  speed  the  temperance  ship lo7 

Stand  up  for  Jesus,  ail  who  lead  his  host 28 

Stay,  father,  stay,  the  night  is  wild Ifti 

Take  thy  staff,  O  pilgrim 5*2 

Teachers,  tell  us  why  you  toil 99 

Tell  me  of  the  joys  of  heaven 32 

The  binl  that  soars  on  highest  wing 39 

The  day  has  come,  the  joyful  day 48 

The  day  of  small  tilings  God  will  not 63 

The  hai)py  morn  we  hail  again 134 

The  last  bvely  morning 142 

Tiie  Lord  unto  his  ganlen  comes 79 

The  master  builder  calleth 65 

There  is  a  hopeful  company 177 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  re.*t 145 

The  Sunday-School  army  has  gather'd  once  moie 93 

'J  he  Sunday-School,  how  sweet  the  pbice 173 

There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stay'd 149 

There  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  eartli 133 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  escape  to  the  mountain 63 

14 


210  i>:dex  of  first  lines. 


Think  gently  of  the  errins-ono 1 

This  book  is  a)l  that's  left  me  now 69 

Though  earth  hns  full  many  a  beautiful  sj)nt 147 

Thy  mercy,  my  God.  is  the'  iheme  of  ir)y  song 4G 

Thy  way. "not  mine.  O  Lord " 31 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice 55 

United  in  a  joyous  band 15."! 

Vital  spark  of'lieavenly  tiaiiie 141 

Wake,  Fairh  and  Hope  and  Love 40 

AVe  did  nut  see  tiiee  litte<l  hi-li ]  12 

Veep  not  for  a  brother  deceased 184 

"\Ve  live  as  pilgrims  and  strangers  below 121) 

We  love  io  sing  together T 0~ 

"VVe  meet  again" in  gladness 9-1 

We  miss  tliee  in  thy  place  at  school 140 

We  must  close  this  happy  meeting ' 1S4 

We"re  bound  for  the  landdf  tlie  juire  and  tlie  holy 113 

We're  going  home,  we've  had  visions  brigiit 114 

We're  marching  to  the  promised  land 1-20 

We  sing  the  praise  of  water lo2 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest 150 

What  a  meeting,  what  a  meeting  that  Avill  be 75 

What  are  thu.^e  soul-reviving  strains 9 

Whatever  lost  by  giving 69 

What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price 42 

What  means  this  youthful  gathering 03 

What  vessel  are  you  sailing  in ^ 15 

What  were  life  -vvithout  some  one  to  cheer  us 103 

Whene'er  we  meet  you  always  say 41 

When  flint  and  wea'ry  with  the  strife So 

When  tlie  cry  of  tiie  fatherless  child  is  heard 90 

When  thou,  my  righteous  judge,  shalt  come 73 

When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  is  stroaiuing  80 

While  pilgrims.  Lord,  we  yet  remain 1S3 

W'hither  goest  thou,  ]>ilgrim  stranger S2 

Who  are  tlu-se  in  bright  array 146 

W  ho  came  from  heaven  to  ransom  me 35 

Who  is  Ihy  neiirhbor,  he  whom  tliou 89 

Ye  valiant  sohiiers  of  the  cross 72 

Zion,  the  marvellous  story  be  tellhig 91 


PART  III. 

COKSISTI-NG  PRIXCIPALLI    OP" 

SECIJLAIl      PIECES, 

SUITABLE  FOR 
ANNIVERSARIES,  CONCERTS,  EXCURSIONS  AC. 


'  '    ,  AJ  J 


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Aspirations  of  Youth. 

School  SlngM,  67. 

1  TIIGHER,  higher  will  we  chmb, 
Up  the  mount  of  glory, 
That  our  names  may  live  through  timQ, 

In  our  country's  story ; 
Happy  when  her  welfare  calls, 
He  who  ccnquers,  he  who  falls. 
Happy  ho,  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Deeper,  deeper  let  us  toil, 

In  the  mines  of  knowledge ; 
Nature's  wealth  and  learning's  spoil, 

Win  from  school  and  college ; 
Delve  we  there  for  richer  gems 

Than  the  stars  of  diadems. 

Delve  we  there,  &c. 

3  Onward,  onward  will  we  press, 

In  the  path  of  duty ; 
Yirtue  is  true  happiness, 

Excellence  true  beauty ;     ' 
Minds  are  of  celestial  birth — 
Let  us  make  a  heaven  of  earth. 
Minds,  &c. 

4  Closer,  closer  let  us  knit 

Hearts  and  hands  together, 
Where  our  fireside  comforts  sit, 

In  the  wildest  weather ; 
Oh!  they  wander  wide,  to  roam, 
For  the  joys  of  life,  from  home. 

Oh !  they  wander,  &o^ 

6  Nearer,  dearer  bands  of  love 
Draw  our  souls  in  union 
To  our  Father's  house  above. 
To  the  saints'  communion ; 
Thither  every  hope  ascend, 
There  may  all  our  labors  end. 
Thither,  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

Sing !  Gayly  Sing ! 

Young  Melodist,  M, 

1  CING!  gayly  sing  1 

^    Let  gladness  round  us  ring  1 
This  little,  simple,  cheerful  lay 
Shall  be  our  happy  song  to-day, 
Sing!  gayly  sing  1 

2  Sing!  sweetly  sing! 

What  joy  from  school  does  spring  1 
The  happy  faces  there  we  meet, 
The  kindly  smiles  we  always  greet  1 
Sing!  sweetly  sing  I 

3  Sing !  loudly  sing  1 
What  sports  will  evening  bring  1 

We'll  jump  and  race,  we'll  skip  and  hop, 
We'll  play  at  ball,  at  hoop  or  top, 
Sing  1  loudly  sing  1 

4  Sing !  softly  sing ! 
When  dusky  night  doth  fling 

Its  shadows  o'er  our  drowsy  heads, 
In  peace  we  then  will  seek  our  beds  • 
Sing  1  softly  sing  1 

5  Sing  1  early  sing ! 

When  morn  the  light  shall  wing 
We  then  will  rise,  and  cheerful,  too, 
Resolved  our  lessons  well  to  do ; 
Sing !  early  sing  1 


4  LEE  AYENUE   COLLECTION. 

3.  The  Excursion.  ,S 

Normal  Singer,  191. 

1  MERRILY  every  heart  is  bounding, 

Merrily  oh  1  merrily  oh  1 
Joyfully  DOW  the  news  is  sounding, 
Joyfully  oh  !  joyfully  oh  J 
To  the  woods  we  go, 
"Where  the  violets  grow, 
"Where  the  violets  grow, 
To  the  woods  we  go. 

Merrily  every  heart  is  bounding; 

Merrily  oh !  mo«Tily  oh  ! 

Merrily,  merrily,  merrily  oh  ! 

Merrily  oh !  merrily  oh  1 

2  Cheerily  every  face  is  beaming. 

Cheerily  oh  !  cheerily  oh  ! 
Playfully  every  eye  is  gleaming. 
Playfully  oh  !  playfully  oh  1 
In  the  fields  away 
We  will  rove  to  day  ; 
We  will  rove  to-day 
In  the  fields  away. 

Merrily  every  heart,  &c. 

4.  To  th3  Grove  Away. 

Normal  Singer,  T1. 

1  XyiTH  hundred  thousand  voices  cry, 
''      Hurrah!  hun'ah  !  hurrah! 
Let  our  rejoicing  fill  the  sky, 
Hurrah !  hurrah  I  hurrah  ! 
Come  from  your  gloomy  dwellings  forth. 
Come  one  and  all,  from  south  and  north, 
Hurrah  !  hurrah  1  hurrah ! 


LEE  AVEXUE   COLLECTIOX 

2  A.nd  is  your  bosom  fall  of  glee  ? 
Then  sing-  and  shout  aloud  with  me : 
"We'll  quickly  lo  the  woods  away, 
"Where  hs(h  ou  every  twig  are  gay. 

Hui-rah !  hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 

3  We  see  the  flowers  on  every  side, 
And  natures  beauties  far  and  wide  ; 
Oh  I  let  them  move  our  hearts  to  song, 
To 'swell  the  chorus  loud  and  long, 

Hm-rah  I  hurrah  I  hurrah  1 


5. 


Festal  Day. 

Sunday-School  Harmonist,! 

CEE  the  rising  generation, 
^     Come  with  joyous  exultation, 
And  with  shouts  of  acclamation, 
This  glad  day  to  celebrate. 
"What  a  happy  meeting, 
"While  each  other  greeting, 
And  sweet  songs  repea'ing, 
"While  our  hearts  with  joy  dilate. 

In  our  school  we  are  united,    ' 
"With  instruction  we're  delighted, 
To  the  Saviour  we're  invited. 
And  the  Bible  is  our  rule. 

In  our  hearts  we  bless  it, 

To  our  bosoms  press  it, 

And  our  lips  caress  it, 
'Tis  our  guide  iu  Subbath-schooL 


LEE  AYENUE  COLLECTION. 

3  We  are  children  of  the  nation, 
Fair  Columbia  is  our  station, 
And  the  Bible's  our  foundation, 
In  this  free  and  happy  land ; 

"We're  from  Pilgrim  fathers, 
And  of  Christian  mothers; 
Like  a  band  of  brothers, 
"We're  united  heart  and  hand. 

4  We  behold  with  admiration 
Our  glorious  Declaration, 
And  we  fear  no  usurpation   • 
We're  a  firm,  united  band ; 

And  there's  none  shall  sever 
Native  hearts,  no  never ! 
We  are  one  forever. 
And  on  freedom's  rock  we  stand. 


6.  There's  a  Good  Time  Coming. 

Roh:n  Red  Brcaat, 

1  THERE'S  a  good  tima  coming,  boys, 
A  good  time  coming  ; 
There's  a  good  time  coming,  boys — 

Wait  a  little  longer. 
We  may  not  live  to  see  the  day; 
But  earth  shall  glisten  in  the  ray, 

Of  the  good  time  coming. 
Cannon  balls  may  aid  the  truth, 

But  thought's  a  weapon  stronger ; 
We'll  win  our  battles  by  its  aid — 

Wait  a  little  longer. 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

There's  a  good  time  coming,  boys, 

A  good  time  coming; 
There's  a  good  time  coming,  boys — 

Wait  a  Uttle  longer. 

2  There's  a  good  time  coming,  &c. 
The  pen  shall  supersede  the  sword, 

And  Right — not  Might — shall  be  the  lord, 

In  the  good  time  coming ; 
"Worth — not  birth — shall  rule  mankind, 

And  be  acknowledged  stronger ; 
The  proper  impulse  has  been  given — 

"Wait  a  little  longer. 
There's  a  good  tune  coming,  &c. 

3  There's  a  good  time  coming,  &c. 
Hateful  rivalries  of  creed 

Shall  not  make  their  martyrs  bleed, 

In  the  good  time  coming ; 
Religion  shall  be  shorn  of  pride. 

And  flourish  all  the  stronger: 
And  Charity  shall  trim  her  lamp — 

Wait  a  little  longer. 
There's  a  good  time  coming,  &c. 

4  There's  a  good  time  coming,  Sec. 
War  in  all  men's  eyes  shall  be 
A  monster  of  iniquity. 

In  the  good  time  coming. 

Nations  shall  not  quarrel  then, 
To  prove  which  is  the  stronger; 

Nor  slaughter  men  for  glory's  sake- 
Wait  a  little  longer. 

There's  a  good  time  coming,  &a 


7. 


LEE   AVENUE   COT-LECTION. 


Wake  and  Sin^ 

Wilder'a  Musical  Elenaentarf, 

1  lY-^K^E  and  sing  1  brother,  siug  1 

' '      Let  it  never  grieve  you, 

Though  the  world  go  wrong ; 

Let  not  courage  leave  you, 

Night  cat!  not  be  long. 

Wake  and  sing  !  brother,  sing  1 

He  who  does  liis  best  endeavor, 

Peace  may  fill  his  soul  forever. 

2  "Wake  and  sing  !  brother,  sing  1 

Birds  are  sweetly  singing 

On  the  leafy  spray, 
Joy  around  is  ringing, 
Nature  all  is  gay. 
Wake  and  sing!  brother,  sing! 
Grief  and  fear  by  earth  are  given, 
Good  alone  is  sent  from  heaven. 

3  "Wake  and  sing!  brother,  sing! 

Let  us  ever  cherish 

Friendship,  love,  and  truth  ; 
Then  when  time  shall  perish, 
Bright  shall  be  our  youth. 
Wake  and  sing !  brother,  sing ! 
Heavenly  c  ire  is  watching  o'er  u% 
Sing  aloud  in  joyful  chorus. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTIOIT. 

o,  "  How  Pleasant  here." 

Boys'  and  Girls'  S'nging  Book,  S^ 

1  TTOW  pleasant  here  each  week  to  meet, 
■*-*•        Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah! 

Our  loTcd  companions  here  to  greet — 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah ! 
"With  joyful  hearts  and  cheerful  sound, 
In  wisdom's  ways  we'll  e'er  bo  found. 
I    "^  Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  I 

2  No  angry  passions  here  shall  dwell, 

Hurrah,  &c. 
But  kindness,  friendship,  and  good  will ; 

Hurrah,  &c. 
Here  learning  bright,  and  science  pure, 
Our  health  and  comfort  shall  insure. 

Hurrah,  &c. 

3  "We'll  never  trifle  time  away. 

Oh  no  I  oh  no  1  oh  no  ! 
Nor  slight  the  blessings  of  the  day, 

Oh  no!  oh  no!  oh  no! 
But  we'll  improve  each  fleeting  hour, 
And  treasures  of  the  mind  seciu'e. 

Hurrah,  &c. 


10  LEE   AVENTJE   COLLECTION. 


9*  Echo  Song  for  Holidajrs. 

Yoong  CSioir,  lOft. 

1  FTP  the  hills  on  a  bright  sunny  mom, 
^     Yoices  clear  as  the  bugle  horn, 
List  to  the  echoes  as  they  flow, 
Hero  we  go,  we  go — we  go  1 

Come,  follow,  follow  me  ; 
"We'll  come,  we'll  come  with  glee^ 
Hurrah  I  hurrah !  we're  free, 
We'll  follow,  follow  thee. 

2  Now  by  streamlets  pearly,  pure, 
Here  we  wander,  free,  secure. 
See  how  the  rippling  waters  flow, 
On  they  go,  they  go— they  go  I 

Come,  follow,  &c. 

3  Now  through  shady  vale  and  grove, 
Joyous,  happy,  here  we  rove  ; 

List  to  the  songster's  cheerful  lay — 

Happy  day,  happy  day,  happy  day  I 

Come,  follow,  &c. 

4  Happy  school-boy,  cease  to  roam, 
Turn  thee  to  thy  joyful  home ; 
Smiles  shall  cheer  the  close  of  day, 
Home  away — away,  away ! 

Come  follow,  &c. 


ME  AVENUE   COLLECnON.  13 

11.  The  Flag  of  our  Union. 

^  Bradbury's  Sewons,  Part  2,  86. 

1  ^^A    SONG  for  our  banner!"    The  watchword 

■^      recall, 

Which  gave  the  Republic  her  station ; 
**  United  we  stand,  divided  we  fall," 
It  made  and  preserves  us  a  nation. 

The  union  of  lakes — the  union  of  lands — 

The  union  of  States  none  can  sever ! 
The  union  of  hearts — the  union  of  hands  — 
And  the  flag  of  our  Union  forever  ! 

2  What  God  in  his  infinite  wisdom  designed, 

And  armed  with  his  weapons  of  thunder, 
Not  all  the  earth's  despots  and  factions  combined. 
Have  the  power  to  conquer  or  sunder. 
The  union  of  lakes,  &c. 


12.  *'  The  Banner  of  the  Free." 

Bradbury's  Seasons,  Part  i,  N. 

1  THE  bright  flag  of  America, 

How  gallantly  it  waves 
Above  the  freeman's  dwelling  place, 

Above  the  foeman's  grave  ; 
By  noble  streams  and  forests  deep, 

And  on  the  bounding  sea, 
A  thousand  hearts  are  welcommg 

The  banner  of  the  free. 

2  Where'er  a  peaceful  hamlet  lies, 

Its  sheltering  hills  between. 
The  starry  beacon  floats  above, 
As  guardian  of  the  scene ; 


li  LEB  a\t:nue  collection. 

Where'er  the  north  pine  forests  bind  X 

The  tempest's  sweeping  blast ; 

And  every  stone  a  record  keeps    * 
Of  struggles  of  the  past. 

3  Where  prairie's  spreading  plains  are  seen, 

And  wild  war-whoops  ring  by ; 
Or,  by  the  distant  water  course, 

Beneath  a  southern  sky — 
The  stars  and  stripes  wave  proudly  out;, 

And  from  far  wood  to  sea,  - 
Erom  heart  and  voice  breaks  forth  the  shout, 

"  The  banner  of  the  free," 


13  .  "The  Stars  on  our  Banner." 

Musical  Bou(iuct,  St9. 


A  RE  the  stars  on  our  banner  less  brilliant  to-day 
Than  when  in  the  hour  of  their  trial  and  gloon\  { 
The  heroes  wo  honor  they  led  to  the  fray. 

To  conquer  for  freedom,  or  hallow  her  tomb  I 
Do  we  love  them  the  less,  as  they  glitter  afar. 
Our  herald  in  peace  and  our  standrtrd  in  war  ? 
By  the  deeds  of  the  valiant, 

The  blood  of  the  slain, 
By  the  cause  that  we  clif-rlf^h, 
The  rights  we  maintain  ; 
We'll  ever  defend,  by  the  souls  of  the  brave, 
Their  honor,  wherever  that  banner  shall  wave. 

Let  faction  assail,  or  oppression  invade. 

Let  treachery  weaken,  or  intrigue  divide, 
'Neath  that  banner  will  freemen  draw  swiftly  tho 
blade, 
And  sweop  back  the  foe  as  weeds  swept  by  tha 
tide: 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION,  IPt 

Wherovor  those  stars  shall  bespangle  the  sky, 
There  will  freemen   be  bound  to  defend  them 
or  die ! 

Shine,  stars  of  the  Union! 
"Wave,  flag  of  the  free ! 
The  hope  of  the  nations 
Is  centred  in  thee  I 
We'll  ever  defend,  &c. 


14.  My  Own  Native  Land. 

Boys'  aad  Girls'  Siag-Dg  Boole,  1&. 

1  I'VE  roamed  over  mountain,  I've  crossed  over 
^        flood, 

I've  traversed  the  wave-rolling  sand  ; 
Though  the  fields  were  as  green,  and  the  nx>oa 
shone  as  bright, 
Yet  it  was  not  my  own  native  land. 
No,  no,  no,  no,  no,  no. 
Though  the  fields  were  as  green,  and  the  moon 
shone  as  bright, 
Yet  it  was  not  my  own  native  land. 

2  The  right  hand  of  friendship   how  oft   have  I 

grasped, 
And  bright  eyes  hive  smiled,  and  looked  bland; 
Yet  happier  far  were  the  hours  that  I  passed 
In  the  "West — in  my  own  native  land. 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  yes. 
Yet  happier  far  w-ere  the  hours  that  I  passed 
In  the  "West — in  my  own  native  land. 


16  LEE    AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

8  Then  hail,  dear  Columbia,  the  land  that  we  love, 
Where  flourishes  Liberty's  tree  ; 
'Tis  the  birth-place  of  Freedom,  our  own  native 
home ; 
Tis  the  land,  'tis  the  land  of  the  free  1 
Yes,  yes.  yes,  yes,  yes,  yes, 
'Tis  the  birth-place  of  Freedom,  our  own  native 
home ; 
Tis  the  land,  'tis  the  land  of  the  free  1 


15.  Song  of  Liberty. 

R  JWn  Red  Breast,  84. 

1  MERRILY  every  bosom  boundeth, 
■^    Merrily  oh  !  merrily  oh! 

"Where  the  song  of  freedom  soundeth, 
Merrily  oh  1  merrily  oh  ! 
There  the  gath'ring  smiles  of  peace  are  beaming, 
Where  the  starry  flag  is  gayly  streaming, 
Every  joy  the  land  surroundeth , 
Merrily  oh !  merrily  oh ! 

2  Wearily  every  bosom  sigheth, 

Wearily  oh !  wearily  oh  1 

When  the  dove  of  peace  it  flyeth, 

Wearily  oh  I  wearily  oh  1 

There  no  cheerful  songs  of  freedom  greeting, 
Childhood's  happy  smile  is  quickly  fleeting, 
Every  flower  of  love  then  dieth 
Wearily  oh !  wearily  oh  1 

i  Cheerily  then  from  hill  and  valley, 
Cheerily  oh !  cheerily  oh ! 
Like  your  native  fountains  sally, 
Cheerily  oh !  cheerily  oh  I 


LEE   AVENUE_  COLLECTIOJf.  17 

"While  the  children  shout  their  loud  hosanna, 
Where  they  wave  the  nation  s  starry  banner, 
Eound  the  flag  of  freedom  rally, 
Cheerily  oh  1  cheerily  oh ! 


16.  Ode  for  Fourth  of  July. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  19. 

1  r)HI  blessed  be  the  day  that  saw  to  life  unfold- 
^         ing, 

Our  starry  banner  first  arise, 

Oh  !  bless,  bless  the  day ! 
Bright,  bright  in  freedom's  native  skies, 
That  peerless  banner  gayly  flies, 
May  we  its  honor  prize. 

And  bless,  bless  the  day, 

2  The  morning  with  chimes  awakes  the  world  re- 

joicing, 
And  every  heart  from  slumber  starts, 
To  bless,  bless  the  day ; 
Then  happy  crowds  from  every  door, 
To  greet  their  brother  freemen  pour, 
While  hearts  swell  more  and  more, 
To  bless,  bless  the  day. 

3  With  sweet  native  song  the  children  too  are  join- 

ing, 
The  nation's  young  with  joyous  tongue, 
To  bless,  bless  the  day. 
Their  patriot  songs  of  liberty, 
They  blend  with  yours  in  sympathy, 
On  this  gieat  jubilee ! 

To  bless,  bless  the  day. 


18  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

4  Oh  I  joy  for  tho  day  when  first  the  world  saw 
beaming, 
Upon  the  air,  our  banner  fair, 

Oh  !  bless,  bless  tlie  day ; 
And  long  as  morning  suns  shall  rise, 
May  that  proud  banner  flout  the  skies, 
While  join  the  good  and  wise, 

To  bless,  bless  the  day. 


17.  Our  Father  Land. 

Boyo'  and  Girli  Singing  Book,  IS. 

1  pOME  one  and  all,  around  me  stand ; 
^     Come  join  in  swelling  chorus, 
And  praise  our  goodly  native  land — 

Our  father-land  that  bore  us. 
Old  Ocean  bore  from  Mammon's  marts 

The  plant  of  freedom  liither ; 
It  blossoms  yet,  and  glads  our  hearts, 

And  we'll  not  let  it  wither. 

2  "Where  now  we  stand  our  fathers  stood ; 

Firm  men  were  they — true-hearted. 
Say,  lives  there  now  a  race  so  good, 

Or  have  they  all  departed  ? 
From  zeal  for  freedom  and  for  God, 

No  charm  of  wealth  could  win  them ; 
O'er  ocean  tossed  these  wilds  they  trod — 

They  carried  home  within  them. 

3  They  cared  not  to  be  here  renowned, 

Cared  not  for  fmie  and  glory ; 

But  persecution  on  them  Irowned, 

And  made  them  great  in  story. 


LEE  ATENUE  COLLECTION.  19 

Then  join  in  heart,  and  join  in  hand, 

To  raise  a  swelling  chorus ; 
And  praise  our  goodly  native  kind — 

Our  father-land  that  bora  us. 


18.  The  Pilgrim  Fathers. 

King^ley's  SocLol  Caoir,  Vol.  8, 10, 

THE  breaking  waves  dashed  high, 

On  a  stern  and  rock-bound  coast, 
And  the  woods  against  the  stormy  sky 

Their  giant  branches  tossed  ; 
And  the  heavy  night  hung  dark, 

The  hills  and  waters  o'er ; 
When  a  band  of  exiles  moored  their  bark 

On  the  wild  New- England  shore. 
They,  the  true-hearted,  came, 

Not  with  the  roll  of  stirring  drum. 
Or  the  trumpet  that  sings  of  fame — 

Not  as  the  flying  come, 
In  silence  and  in  fear ; 

They  shook  the  depths  of  the  desert's  gloom 
With  their  hymns  of  lofty  cheer. 

Amidst  the  storm  they  sang. 
And  the  stars  heard,  and  the  sea ; 

And  the  souiiding  aisles  of  the  dim  woods  rang 
To  the  anthem  of  the  free  : 

The  ocean  eagle  soared 
lYom  his  nest  by  the  white  wave's  foam, 

And  the  rocking  pines  of  the  forest  roared ; 
This  was  this  welcome  home. 

What  sought  they  thus  afar  ? 
Bright  jewels,  bright  jewels,  bright  jewels  of  the 


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The  wealth  of  the  seas,  the  spoils  of  war?        T 
They  sought  a  faith's  pure  shrme. 

Ay,  call  it  holy  ground — 
The  spot  where  first  they  trod ; 

They  have  left  unstained  what  there  they  found, 
Freedom  to  worship  God. 


19«  We  Come  with  Hearts  of  Gladness. 

Flora's  Festival.  84k 

1  T^E  come  with  hearts  of  gladness, 

To  breathe  our  songs  of  praise, 
Let  not  a  note  of  sadness 

Be  blended  in  our  lays; 
For  'tis  a  hallowed  story, 

The  theme  of  freedom's  birth  : 
Our  fathers'  deeds  of  glory 

Are  echoed  round  the  earth. 

2  The  sound  is  waxing  stronger, 

And  thrones  and  nations  hear. 
Kings  may  oppress  no  longer. 

For  freedom's  reign  is  near, 
Her  reign  will  crush  oppression, 

And  raise  the  humble  mind. 
And  give  the  earth's  possession 

Among  the  good  and  kind. 

3  And  thou  shalt  sink  the  mountain. 

Where  pride  and  power  were  crowned, 
And  peace  like  gentle  fountains, 

Shall  shed  its  pureness  round ; 
And  then  the  world  will  hear  us, 

And  join  our  glorious  lay, 
And  songs  of  millions  cheer  us^ 

On  this  our  nation's  day, 


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Soon  freedom's  loud  hosannas 

Shall  burst  from  every  voice, 
Till  mouutaius  and  savannas 

Roll  back  the  sound — rejoice ; 
Then  raise  the  song  of  freedom, 

The  loudest,  sweetest  lay, 
The  captive's  chains  are  riven, 

And  Liberty  shall  reign. 


20.  "  AU  Hail,  Happy  Day." 

Bradbury's  Seasons,  Port  2,  74. 

1  A  LL  hail,  happy  day,  that  speak'st  our  nation's 
"^        glory ! 

A  voice  with  thee 

Proclaims,  "  We're  free !" 

Thrice  hail,  happy  day ! 
Our  hills  and  plains  no  more  are  trod 
By  those  who  wield  oppression's  rod, 
We  know  no  tyrant's  nod, 

Hail,  hail,  happy  day ! 

2  The  graves  of  our  fathers,  laorels  brightly  crown 

them. 

They  fought  and  died, 

That  we  in  pride. 

Might  hail  freedom's  day  I 
Then  come,  ye  sons  of  freedom "s  throng, 
And  shout  their  deeds  in  joyful  song. 
May  memory  cherish  loug 

This  bright,  happy  day. 


2'2  LEE   AVENUE    C0LLECTI02I. 

3  That  beams  so  bright, 
With  freedom's  light, 
On  this  liappy  day ; 

Tliat's  ever  sought  and  ever  loved, 
By  all  her  free-born  sous  approved. 
And  guarded  from  above, 

Then  hail,  hsr  py  day ! 

4  Come,  join  in  our  song,  0  all  ye  sons  of  freedom, 

And  wide  proclaim 

Our  nation's  name, 

On  this  happy  day ; 
Break  forth  in  joy,  my  native  land, 
For  'midst  thee  stands  a  noble  band — 
Thy  towers  shall  ever  stand — 

Then  hail,  happy  day  ! 

6  Thrice  hail,  happy  day,  that  speak'st  our  nation'i 
glory, 

A  voice  with  thee 
Proclaims,  "  we're  free  1 
Thrice  hail,  happy  day ! 
To  God  our  grateful  songs  we'll  brings 
And  bow  to  him  as  sovereign  King, 
His  boundless  goodness  sing, 
On  this  happy  day. 


LEK   AVKN;  P    COiLiX.TION. 


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21.  Hail  Columbia. 

WUder'g  Muaic-a  Elenif  atiry,  IM 

1  TTATL  Columbia,  happy  land. 

Hail  ye  heroes,  hc-aven-born  band, 
Who  fouglit  and  blud  in  freedom's  cause, 
And  when  the  storm  of  war  was  gone, 
Vinjov  the  peace  your  valor  won ; 
Lot  independence  be  your  boast, 
Ever  mindftil  what  it  cost  ; 
Ever  grateful  for  your  prize, 
Let  it3  altar  reach  the  skies. 
Firm,  united  let  us  be, 
Rallying  round  our  liberty ; 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Peace  and  safety  we  shall  find 


24  LEE  AVENtJE   COLLECTION. 

2  Immortal  patriots  rise  once  more  ! 
Defend  your  rights,  defend  your  shore ; 
Let  no  rude  foe  with  impious  hand, 
Invade  the  shrine  where  sacred  lies, 

Of  toil  and  blood,  the  well-earned  prize ; 
"While  offering  peace,  sincere  and  just 
In  heaven  we  place  a  manly  trust, 
That  truth  and  justice  may  prevail, 
And  every  scheme  of  bondage  fail. 
Firm,  united,  &c. 

3  Sound,  sound  the  trump  of  fame ! 
Let  Washington's  great  name 

Ring  through  the  world  with  loud  applause- 
Let  every  clime  to  Freedom  dear, 
Listen  with  a  joyf.il  ear  ; 

With  equal  skill,  with  steady  power, 

He  governs  in  the  fearful  hour 

Of  horrid  war,  or  guides  with  ease. 

The  happier  times  of  honest  peace. 
Firm,  united,  &c. 

4  Behold  the  chief;  who  now  commands, 
Once  more  to  serve  his  country,  stands, 
The  rock  on  which  the  storm  will  beat — 
But  armed  in  virtue,  firm  and  true, 

His  hopes  are  fixed  on  heaven  and  you  : 
When  Hope  was  sinking  in  dismay, 
When  gloom  obscured  Columbia's  day, 
His  steady  mind,  from  changes  free, 
Eesolved  on  death  or  libesty  1 
Firm,  united,  &c. 


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22.  Land  of  our  Fathers. 

Bradburv's  Young  Shawm,  68. 

1  T  AND  of  our  fathers,  wherever  we  roam, 

Land  of  our  birth,  to  us  thou  still  art  home' 
Peace  and  prosperity  on  thy  sons  attend, 
'  Down  to  posterity  their  influence  descend  I 

All,  then,  uniting, 
Hearts  and  voices  joining, 
Sing  we  in  harmony  our  native  land,  our  native  land, 
our  native  land,  our  native  laud,  our  native  land, 

2  Though  other  cHmes  may  brighter  hopes  fulM, 

Land  of  our  birth,  we  ever  love  thee  still. 
Heaven  shield  our  happy  home  from  each  host- 
ile band  I 
Freedom  and  plenty  ever  crown  our  natiye 
land! 
All,  then,  uniting, 
Hearts  and  voices  joining, 

Sing  we  in  harmony  our  native  land,  &0. 


23. 


There  is  No  Home  like  my  Own. 

Boston  Melodeon,  138. 

TN  the  wild  chamois  track,  at  the  breaking  of 
•^  morn, 

"With  a  hunter's  pride. 
O'er  the  mountain  side, 
We  are  led  by  the  sound  of  the  Alpine  horn, 
Tra,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la. 
Oh  1  that  voice  to  me 

Is  a  voice  of  glee, 
Wherever  my  footsteps  roam ; 


26  LEB  AYENUE   COLLECTION. 

And  I  long  to  bound, 
"When  I  hear  that  sound. 

Again  to  my  mountain  home. 

In  the  wild  chamois  track,  &c. 

2  I  have  crossed  the  proud  Alps,  I  have    sailed 
down  the  Rhone, 
And  there  is  no  spot 
Like  the  simple  cot, 
And  the  hill  and  the  vallc}'- 1  call  my  own ; 
Tra,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la. 
There  the  skies  are  tH.-^^ht,  * 

And  our  hearts  are  light. 
Our  bosom.s  without  a  fear ; 

For  our  toil  is  play, 
And  our  sport  the  fray 

With  the  mountain  rose  or  deer. 
In  the  wild  chamois  track,  &c. 


24f  Independence  Day! 

Bradburv's  Younj  Shcwm,  18U 

1  THIS  day  to  greet, 

With  joy  we  m.cet ; 
Then  banish  care  away  : 

With  festive  cheer. 

Come  hasten  here : 
'Tis  Independence  Day ! 

2  Joined  heart  and  hand, 
A  happy  band, 

We  Freedom's  flag  display : 

With  music's  sound 

We  gather  round  : 
'Tis  Independence  Day  I 


i 


LEE  AYEXUE  COLLECTION.  27 

\      "We  shout  and  sing, 
And  flowers  bring : 
Youth's  joyful  emblems  thej: 
The  laurel  twino 
With  fadeless  pine : 
'Tis  Independence  Day ! 

t      From  morn  to  night,    • 

"With  love  unite, 
To  celebrate  this  day : 

Let  peace  and  joy 

Our  heart-s  employ  : 
'Tis  Independence  Day  I 

>       Our  fathers  brave, 
The  land  to  save, 
Did  Freedom's  call  obey ; 
By  young  and  old 
Their  deeds  be  told  : 
Tis  Independence  Day  I 

;      Let  banners  wave 
For  deeds  so  brave ! 
The  stripes  and  stars  display! 
The  eagle  bold 
Our  shield  shall  hold: 
*Ti3  Independence  Day  1 

r       Huzza  again  1 
Another  strain, 
And  then  for  home  away  I 
This  day  was  won 
By  "Washington! 
•Tis  Independence  Day  I 


28  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

25,  My  Native  Hills. 

Bradbury's  Youn:»  Shawio,  \4M, 

1  AH  !  give  me  back  my  native  hills, 
^  Rough,  rugged,  though  they  be, 
No  other  clime,  no  other  land 

Is  half  so  dear  to  me. 
The  snn  is  bright,  the  world  looks  fair, 

And  friends  surround  me  here ; 
But  memory,  brooding  o'er  the  past, 

Gives  home  its  tribute  tear. 

2  Though  far  from  home,  the  heart  may  still 

Reflect  surrounding  light, 
"Where  .stranger  smiles  enkindle  love, 

And  stranger  liearts  delight ; 
Yet  oh  !  they  call  the  men,ory  back, 

As  meteor-like  tliey  glide, 
To  tel!  how  kind  our  early  fri  'nds, 

How  sweet  our  own  fireside. 

3  My  native  hills,  still  dear  to  rne, 

Wherever  I  may  roam, 
With  lofty  pride,  with  clierished  love, 

I'll  think  on  thee,  my  home. 
For  rooted  in  thy  rock -bound  shore, 

The  noblest  virtues  grow ; 
And  beauty's  choicest  flowers  are  culled 

From  out  thy  highland  snow. 

4  Then  give  me  back  my  native  hills, 

Rough,  rugged,  though  they  be, 
Ko  other  clime,  no  other  land 
Is  half  so  dear  to  me. 


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Affection's  ties  around  my  home 

Like  ivy  tendrils  twine  : 
My  love,  my  blessings,  and  my  prayers, 

My  native  liills,  are  thine. 


Thanksgiving  Hymn.  7s  &  6a. 

'TIS  praise  and  adoration, 

Dear  Jesus,  that  we  bring, 
A  grateful  heart's  thanksgiving, 

To  thee,  our  Heavenly  King. 
Our  many  sins  forgiving^ 

Accept  our  youthfuriays ; 
Oh  I  tune  our  hearts  and  voices 

Aright  to  sing  thy  praise. 

Thy  watchful  care  has  led  us 

Through  many  a  dangerous  way : 
*Tis  thy  kind  hand  has  fed  us 

On  each  returning  day. 
In  every  earthly  pleasure. 

We  would  thy  goodness  see ; 
For  every  earthly  treasure, 

We  render  thanks  to  thee. 


3  But,  more  than  all,  we  bless  thee, 
For  Him  who  has  come  down, 

And  mortal  sorrow  tasted, 
To  purchase  us  a  crown. 

He  left  a  home  celestial, 
A  reakn  of  light  and  bliss, 


30  LEE  AVENUE  COLLEOTIOBt, 

To  live  a  homeless  stranger 
In  such  a  world  as  this. 

4  Eeveal  thy  loving  spirit 

To  every  waiting  heart ; 
That  we  may  grace  inherit, 

And  choose  the  better  part. 
And  w^hen  our  days  are  ended, 

And  time  shall  be  no  more ; 
We'll  join  the  choir  of  heaven, 

And  praise  thee  evermo/e. 


27.  Coasting. 

Normal  Singer,  ia&, 

1  pOME  out,  come  out,  this  wintry  day, 
^     To  sport  and  play  with  me ; 

Our  books  and  slates  put  far  away. 

From  study  now  be  free ; 
"While  sliding  down  the  hill, 

Over  the  clear,  white  snow. 

2  Oh  !  who's  afraid  of  winter's  day, 

Its  cold,  its  ice,  or  snow  ? 
What  though  we  miss  the  sun's  warm  ray, 

What  though  the  winds  do  blow. 
While  shding  down  the  hill. 

Over  the  clear,  white  snow? 

3  Then  haste,  companions,  haste  away, 

The  day  is  cold  and  still ; 


28. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  3] 

"We'll  have  some  noble  sport  to-daj, 

A-sliding  down  the  hill, 
A-8liding  down  the  hill, 

Over  the  clear,  white  snow. 


Boat  Song. 

T IGHTLY  row  1 
■^  Lightly  row  I 
O'er  the  glassy  waves  we  go ; 

Smoothly  glide ! 

Smoothly  glide  1 
On  the  silent  tide  ; 
Let  the  winds  and  waters  be 
Mmgled  with  our  melody. 

Sing  and  float ! 

Sing  and  float  1 
In  our  httle  boat. 


Far  away ! 

Far  away ! 
Echo  in  the  rocks  at  play, 

Calleth  not, 

Calleth  not 
To  this  lonely  spot; 
Only  with  the  sea-bird's  note 
Shall  our  dying  music  float ; 

Lightly  row ! 

Lightly  row ! 
Echo's  voice  is  low ! 


Nonnal  Sifiger,  14fl. 


32  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

3  Lightly  row  1 

Lightly  row ! 
O'er  the  glassy  waves  we  go ; 
Smoothly  ghde  I 
Smoothly  glide! 
On  the  silent  tide ; 
Let  the  winds  and  waters  be 
Mingled  with  our  melody; 
Sing  and  float ! 
Sing  and  float! 
In  our  little  boat. 


29.  Fisher's  Song. 

Normal  Singer,  I4dk 

1  TIP  and  down  all  day  long, 

Life  is  gliding  like  our  song ; 
Up  and  down  all  day  long, 

Gliding  like  our  song ; 
On  the  restless  sea  we  float, 
In  our  little  fisher-boat ; 
Up  and  down  all  day  long, 

Glide  we  like  our  song. 

2  Far  from  care,  far  from  pain, 

Far  from  thought  of  greedy  gain ; 
Far  from  care,  far  from  pain, 

Far  from  thought  of  gain ; 
Over  life's  tempestuous  tide. 
Calmly,  cheerfully  we  ride ; 
Up  and  down  all  day  long 

Glide  we,  like  our  song. 


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Charming  Little  Valley. 

Nornml  Singer,  tt. 

1  nHARMIXlllitlle  vaUej, 
^     Smiling  all  so  gaylj, 

Like  au  angel's  brow, 
Spreading  out  thy  treasures, 
Calling  us  to  pleasures 
Innocent  as  thou 

2  Skies  are  bright  above  thee, 
Peace  and  quiet  love  thee. 

Tranquil  little  dell ; 
In  thyfragrant  Ijowers, 
Twining  wreaths  ol'  flowers, 

Lo70  and  friendship  dwell. 

8  !May  our  spints  daily 
Be  like  thee,  sweet  valley 

Tranquil  and  serene — 
Emblems  to  us  given 
Of  the  vales  of  heaven, 
Ever  bright  and  greeru 


The  Meadow-Spring. 

Normal  Singer,  VU 

1  T ITTLE  cooling  meadow-spring, 
■^     Bright  and  sparkling,  full  and  free, 
Hear  us  while  our  song  we  sing, 
^or  it  is  a  song  to  thee. 


34  LEE  AYENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Oft  "we  wander  to  thy  brink, 

Faiut  and  thirsty,  from  our  play; 
And  we  gtther,  as  we  drink, 
Strength  and  vigor  for -the  day. 

3  Often  on  thy  border  green. 

Plucking  flowers,  we  sit  and  rest ; 
When  we  rise,  ourselves  are  seen, 
Pictui'ed  on  thy  glassy  breast. 

4  Many  joys  to  thee  we  owe,  . 

Silver  fountain,  cool  and  clcAr; 
In  thy  cheerful  stream  we  throw 
Every  care  and  every  fear. 

5  Haste  thee  on,  and  never  stay, 

Briglit  and  sparkling,  full  and  free  ; 
We  will  follow  in  thy  way, 
Sinoring  still  our  song  to  thee. 


32.  Celebration. 

Anniversary  Hymns,  I 

1  pOME,  join  our  celebration, 
^     "With  hallowed  songs  of  joy, 
And  on  this  bright  occasion. 

Your  sweetest  notes  e:nploy ; 
Parents  and  friends  invited, 

And  teachers  now  are  here, 
In  purpose  all  united. 

Our  youthful  hearts  to  cheer. 
Come,  join,  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  36 

2  Thanks  to  the  God  of  heaven, 

Kind  guardian  of  our  race, 
For  all  the  favors  given 

Beneath  his  smiling  face-^ 
For  health,  and  strength,  and  reasoi 

And  friendship  unalloyed, 
And  every  pleasant  season 

In  Sunday-schools  enjoyed. 
Come,  join,  &c. 

3  Thanks  for  the  kind  protection 

God's  arm  has  thrown  around, 
And  for  that  sweet  affection 

He  causes  to  abound 
In  those  who're  watching  o'er  us, 

With  many  an  anxious  sigh, 
And  seeking  to  restore  us 

To  peace  and  heavenly  joy. 
Come,  join,  &c. 

4  May  God  with  many  a  blessing 

Keward  their  toil  and  care, 
And  hear  them  while  addressing 

His  throne  in  fervent  prayer ; 
And  may  his  love  constraining, 

Our  youthful  spirits  bow. 
And  grace  forever  reigning, 

Our  inmost  souls  endow. 
Come,  join,  &c. 


36  LEE  ATEXUE   COLLECTION. 

33e  The  Brave  Old  Oak. 

Young  Melodiat,  86. 

1  A  SONG  of  the  oak— the  brave  old  oak 
■^    "Who  hath  ruled  in  tins  land  so  long  I 
Here's  health  and  renown  to  his  broad  green 

crown, 
And  his  fifty  arms  so  strong. 
There  is  fear  in  his  frown  when  the  sun  goes 
down, 
And  the  fire  in  the  west  fades  out. 
And  he  showeth  his  might  on  a  wild  midnight, 
When  the  storms  through  his  branches  shout. 
Then  sing  to  the  oak,  the  brave  old  oak, 

Who  hath  ruled  in  this  land  so  long, 
And  stiU  flourish  he,  a  hale  green  tree, 
When  a  hundred  years  are  gone. 

2  He  saw  the    rare    times   when    the    Christmas 

chimes 

Were  a  merry  sound  to  hear. 
And  the  squire's  wide  hall,  and  the  cottage  small, 

Were  full  of  good  English  cheer. 
And  aU  the  day  to  the  rebeck  gay 

They  frolicked  with  lovesome  swains. 
They  are  gone !  they  are  dead  I 
In  the  church-yard  laid — 

But  the  tree,  he  still  remains. 

Then  sing  to  the  oak,  &c 


LEE  AYENUE   COLLECTION. 


34.  May  Shout. 

Wilder's  Musical  Elementary,  18. 

1  AH !  tliG  lovely,  lovely  May  I 
^     Ever  welcome,  ever  gay  ! 
When  by  vale  and  mountain, 
"When  by  brook  and  fountain, 
Flow'rets  bloom  and  insects  play, 
In  the  lovely,  lovely  May; 

Oh !  the  lovely,  lovely  May  I 
Ever  welcome,  ever  gay! 
Charming,  charming,  charming,  charm- 
ing, charming,  lovely  May. 


38  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Oh  1  how  fresh  the  morning  air  I 
Oh!  how  lovely  all  things  are! 

Birds  so  gaylj  singing, 
'W^'oods  and  meado^vs  ringing, 
Buds  and  blossoms  fresh  and  bright, 
Leaves  so  green,  enchanting  sight — 
Oh  !  the  lovely,  &c. 

3  Hark !  the  universal  shout  1 
Nature's  fairest  forms  are  out ! 

Lambs  are  bleating,  skipping, 
Bees  are  buzzing,  sipping, 
Walk  or  ride,  or  row  the  boat, 
Stand  or  fall,  or  sink  or  float — 
Oh  I  the  lovely,  &c. 


30.      May  Conies  Laughing  o'er  the  Plain. 

School  Singer,  tl 

1  TA,  la,  la!  la,  la,  la! 

May  comes  laughing  o'er  the  plain, 

La,  la,  )a !  la,  la,  la ! 

Herald  of  young  Summer's  reign, 

La,  la,  la !  la,  la,  la ! 

Breathing  sweetness  through  the  bowers, 

Tinting  with  bright  hues  the  flowerg. 

See  !  she  waves  her  magic  liand. 

See  1  she  waves  her  magic  hand ; 

Life  and  beauty  round  her  play  ; 

'Tis  the  joyous  month  of  May. 

Laughing  May,  joyous  May, 
Lovely  May,  smiling  May, 
Happy  May,  laughing  May, 
Comes  laughing  o'er  the  plain. 


LEE   A\T}XUE   COLLECTION.  3f) 

2  La,  la,  la !  la,  la,  la ! 

"Winter's  cold  and  leafless  bough, 
La,  la,  la  I  la,  la,  la  I 

JBlushes  at  her  presence  now, 
La,  la,  la  I  la,  la,  la ! 
On  the  bush  the  linnet  sings, 
In  the  brake  the  wild  flower  springs ; 
Sporting  nymphs  and  happy  swains 
Roam  the  fresh  enamelled  plains ; 
Every  living  thing  doth  say, 
'Tis  the  joyous  month  of  May, 
Laughing  May,  &c. 


The  Bright  Rosy  Morning. 

Musical  Bonqaet,  in. 

THE  bright,  rosy  morning 
■^      Peeps  over  the  hills, 
"With  blushes  adorning 
The  meadows  and  fields ; 

"While  the  merry,  merry,  merry  hora 

Calls  come,  come  away, 

Awake  from  your  slumbers, 

And  hail  the  new  day. 

The  deer,  roused  before  us, 

Away  seems  to  fly, 
And  pants  to  the  chorus 

Of  hounds  in  full  cry ; 
"While  the  merry,  &a 


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0' 


37.  The  Cheerful  School  Song. 

Musical  Bonqnet,  19A> 

|H !  'tis  sweet  to  sing  a  cheerful  song, 
It  makes  one  happy,  happy  all  day  long  • 
And  when  at  eve,  our  school  we  leave, 
The  melody  still  cheers  us  home. 
We  love  our  home,  we  love  our  friends, 
Our  parents'  smile,  what  joy  it  sends 
To  hearts  like  ours,  so  full  of  song. 
"We're  happy,  happy  all  day  long. 

La,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la!*&c. 

2  Oh!  we  love  to  learn  of  teachers  kind. 
To  cultivate  our  hearts  and  store  our  minds. 
Our  knowledge  thus  shall  bless  us  here, 
And  make  us  useful  everywhere. 
And  when  our  slates  and  books  put  by, 
Our  mufiic  books  their  place  supply ! 
Oh !  then  'tis  sweet  to  join  the  lay, 
And  sing  the  happy  hours  away. 

La,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la!  &c. 


38.  Morning  Song. 

Normal  Sing«r,  V 

1    A  "WAT  with  your  slumbers,  the  bright  morn»»5 
-^        skies 

Proclaim  the  glad  sun  now  is  ready  to  rise. 
The  birds  are  all  singing,  and  this  is  their  song, 
"Awake,  you  are   sleeping,  you  are  sleening  too 
long." 

The  birds,  &c. 


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2  Oh  1    who  can  be  sad  when    the   dew-drops   so 

bright, 
Are  sparkling  with  pleasure  tc<  welcome  the  light ; 
The  willows  bend  low  with  their  leaves  to   the 

ground, 
And  flowers  are  all  ofifermg  their  incense  around. 
The  birds,  &c. 

3  The  sun  looks  with  smiles  on  the    loving   and 

bright, 
Who  wander  together,  enjoying  his  light ; 
In  pleasure  they  shout,  and  in  harmony  join, 
And  sing  of  the  care  of  the  Father  Divine. 
The  birds,  &c. 


39.  Winter  and  Spring. 

1  ^^  A  DIEU,  adieu,"  father  Winter  said 

■^     To  the  world,  when  about  to  quit  it, 
With  his  old  white  wig  half  off  his  head, 
As  if  never  made  to  fit  it. 

2  "  Adieu !  I'm  off  to  the  rocks  and  caves, 

To  leave  all  here  behind  me  ; 
Or  perhaps  I'll  sink  in  the  northern  waves, 
So  deep  that  none  can  find  me. 

3  "  Good  luck  !  good  luck  to  your  hoary  locks,' 

Said  the  gay  young  Spring,  advancing ; 
"  Go  take  your  nap  'mid  the  caves  and  rocks, 
While  I  o'er  the  earth  am  dancing. 


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4  "There's  not  a  spot  where  your  foot  has  trod,    . 

You  hard,  old  clumsy  fellow, 
Not  a  hill  or  vale  or  single  sod, 
But  what  I  have  got  to  mellow. 

5  "  And  I  shall  spread  them  o'er  with  grass, 

That  wiU  look  so  fresh  and  cheering ; 
None  will  regret  that  they  let  you  pass 

Far  out  of  sight  and  hearing.  I. ' 


J- 


6  "  The  fountains  you  lock  up  so  tight 

"When  I  shall  give  a  sunning,    , 
WiU  sparkle  in  my  gladdening  light, 
And  the  brooks  will  set  a  running. 

7  "  The  boughs  you've  caked  all  o'er  with  ice, 

'Tis  chilling  to  behold  them, 
I  stick  them  round  with  buds  so  nice, 
My  breath  alone  can  unfold  them. 

8  "  And  when  the  tree  is  in  blossoms  dressed, 

The  bird  with  her  songs  so  merry, 
"Will  come  on  its  limb  to  build  her  nest, 
By  the  sign  of  the  future  cherry. 

9  "  The  air  and  earth  by  their  joyfulness, 

Shall  show  the  good  I'm  doing. 
And  the  skies  beam  down  with  smiles  to  blesa 
The  course  thaf  I'm  pursuing." 

10  Said  Winter,  then  :  "I  would  have  you  learn, 
By  me,  my  gay  new-comer, 
To  push  oft"  too  when  it  comes  your  turn, 
And  yield  your  place  to  Summer." 


40. 


LEE   AYENUE   COLLECTION-.  4,t 

Song  of  Gladness, 

Annirersary  Hymns,  44. 

1   QI^Gr,  oh !  sing  the  song  of  gladness ; 
Joy  becomes  this  happy  scene : 
See  the  earth  her  -^-mtry  sadness 

Wears  no  more,  but  robes  of  green ; 
Brightly  now  our  ^vaving  banners 

Float  upon  the  gentle  breeze, 
While  the  tide  of  glad  hosannas 
Pours  its  choral  melodies. 

Sing,  oh  !  sing,  his  praises  bringing 
While  the  ringing  skies  resound ; 
Rocks  and  hills,  and  tower  and  dwell- 
ing, 
Send  the  sweUmg  chorus  round. 

2  Siag  his  mercy  th.at  doth  keep  us 

While  our  years  arc  flitting  by ; 
Pouring  all  its  richest  treasures, 

Guarding  with  a  father's  eye. 
Countless  as  the  stars  of  heaven, 

Richer  far  than  golden  store, 
Are  the  blessings  ho  has  given, 

Freely  as  the  summer's  shower, 
Siag,  oh!  sing,  &c. 

3  Sing  his  love,  all  love  surpassing ! 

How  his  only  Son  he  gave 
On  the  cruel  cress  to  suffer, 

From  its  doom  the  soul  to  save. 
Children,  will  you  hear  the  story, 

And  refuse  his  pardoning  love  ? 
Come,  oh !  come,  and  share  his  glory 

In  the  worlds  of  light  above. 
Sing,  oh  1  sing,  &c. 


44  LEE  JlVenue  collection. 

41.       Awaka  tlie  Song  of  Merry  Greeting. 

Normal  Sins^er,  M, 

1  A  WAKE  the  song  of  merry  greeting, 
■^    Sing  tra  la,  la  la,  la  la  la ; 

The  notes  inspiring,  joy  repeating, 

Sing  la  la,  la  la,  la  la  la ; 
Let  mirth  to  wisdom  tribute  pay, 
But  yet  be  merry  when  we  may. 

Sing  la  la,  la  la,  la  la  la, 

Sing  la  la,  la  la,  la  la  la,  . 

Sing  la  la,  la  la,  la  la  la. 

2  Though  care  will  come,  and  tribulation, 
"We'll  sigh  not  in  th'  anticipation ; 

For  joy  will  soon  each  grief  dispel 

From  hearts  where  love  and  friendship  dwell, 


42.  Eoaming. 

Musical  Bouquet,  184. 

1  TTP  and  down,  o'er  hills  and  meads, 
^  Riding,  walking,  quick,  or  slow, 
On  wherever  fancy  leads, 

O'er  the  foir,  bright  world  I'll  go, 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes, 

O'er  the  fair,  bright  world  I'll  go, 

2  Light  of  heart,  with  courage  high, 

Merrily  I  take  my  way ; 
What  I  this  time  come  not  nigh, 
I  may  find  some  other  day. 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  &c. 

3  People  good,  and  free,  and  kind, 

Meet  my  eye  in  every  place ; 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  45 

Near  the  cheerful  hearth  and  board 
Still  the  wanderer  finds  a  place. 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  &c. 

4  Ne'er  in  loneliness  I  pine, 
For  I  march  to  music  free ; 
Friend,  if  thou  the  song  can  join, 
Take  thy  staff  and  come  with  me. 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  &c. 


43,  The  Woodland  Call. 

Flora's  Festival,  61, 

1  pOME,  come  to  the  woodland,  come  away; 
^  Come  away  ; 

Ye  maids  and  youths,  'tis  holiday, 

Come  away ; 
The  air  is  sunny,  but  not  so  sweet, 
As  under  tlie  shade  where  the  fairies  meet. 
Ye  lads  and  lasses,  so  blithe  and  say, 
Haste  to  the  wildvvood,  oh !  haste  away. 

2  Haste,  haste,  while  the  noontide  sun  rides  high, 

Haste  away ; 
On  the  green  sward  where  the  stream  runs  by, 

Haste  away ; 
"We'll  trip  it  merrily  o'er  the  green. 
The  goodliest  company  e'er  was  seen. 
Ye  lads  and  lasses,  &c. 

3  And  when  tired,  we  will  rest  beneath  the  oak^ 

Haste  away ; 
Or  pluck  wild  flowers  that  kiss  the  brook, 

Haste  away ; 
Or  pipe  the  reed,  or  the  song  we'll  sing, 
For  those  who  dance  in  the  elfin  ring. 

Ye  lads  and  lasses,  &c. 


4:6  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

4  And  at  eve,  when  the  sun's  last  ray  departs, 
Come  away  ; 
"We'll  homeward  wend  vv^ith  joyful  hearts, 

Come  away ; 
We'll  smilin;^  part  in  the  moon's  soft  light^ 
.Axd  bid  cacli  other  a  kind  good  night. 
Ye  lads  and  lasses,  &c. 


44.    •'  Brightly  Gleam  tho  Sparkling  Kills."       .  ^ 

Florft'8  Festival,  41'  *^ 

1  ]5RiaHTLT,  brightly  gleam  the  sparkling  rilla, 
-^     Summer,  summer,  sleeps  on  verdant  hills ; 
Amid  the  shades  we  rambhng  stray 

Where  cooling  fountains  sportive  plav; 
Pealing,  pealing  come  the  laugh  and  shout ; 
While  gayly  we  sing  till  the  old  forests  ring 

With  the  joy  of  our  merry  rout, 

With  the  joy  of  our  merry  rout. 

2  Odors,  odors  load  the  summer  air, 
Music,  music  sweetly  echoes  there ; 
And  brightest  maids,  with  softest  glance, 
There  join  the  song,  and  lead  the  dance ; 
Pealing,  pealing,  come  the  laugh  and  shout, 
While  gayly  we  sing,  till  the  old  forests  ring 

With  the  joy  of  our  merry  rout,  ic. 

3  Faintly,  faintly,  sounds  the  distant  fall ; 
Lightly,  lightly,  woodland  echoes  call. 
And  in  their  voice  we  deem  we  hear 
The  tones  of  friends  once  gay  and  dear. 
Pealing,  pealing  join  the  laugh  and  shout, 
While  gay]y  we  sing,  till  the  old  forests  ring 

With  the  joy  of  our  merry  rout,  &c. 


LEE  AVENHJE  COLLECTION.  47 

45.  CMld's  "Happy  New  Year." 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hymns,  8«. 

1  A  SWEET  little  maiden  awoke  from  her  slumbers, 
^     When  first  the  bright  mornmg  began  to  ap- 
pear ; 

And  v.'hen  in  his  glorj^  the  sun  rose  upon  her, 
She  sprang  up  and  wished  him  a  liapjpy  Nevj  Year. 
"  I  thank  you,  my  darling,"  the  sun  gayly  said, 
As  on  her  bright  ringlets  his  blushes  he  shed ; 
"  I  must  give  you  something,  pray,  what  shall  it  be, 
As  a  token  for  all  your  kind  wishes  to  me  ? 

2  "  I'll  give  you,  sweet  maiden,  the  light  of  my  shin- 

ing, 
To  greet  you  and  guide  you  wherever  you  stray ; 
And  when  clouds  of  sorrow  your  path  overshadow, 
The  gleam  of  my  arrows  shall  drive  them  away. 
Come  now  in  hfe's  morning,  when  all  things  are 

thine. 
And  give  thy  young  heart  to  thy  Maker  and  miTie; 
And  then  when  thy  sun  in  the  v.-est  goeth  down, 
He'll  set  thee  forever  a  gem  in  his  crown." 

5    Vhe  child  was  delighted  to  hear  the  sun  talking, 
As  upward  in  glory  he  went  on  his  way ; 
*Lnd  she  said  to  herself.  When   comes  the  still 

evening, 
111  wish  the  stars  also,  and  see  what  they'll  say. 
She  did ;  and  found  out  that  they  too  had  a  tongue. 
And  hymned  tlieir  Creator  in  triumphant  song ; 
And  not  only  they,  but  there  broke  oti  her  ear, 
From  all  things  around  her  a  happy  New  Year. 


48  LEE  ATENUE   COLLECTION. 


46. 


I  Covet  not  tlie  Miser's  Wealth. 

Normal  Singer,  \0%, 

1  T  COYET  not  the  miser's  wealth, 

I  would  not  be  a  slave  ; 
If  G-od  will  only  grant  me  health, 

No  higher  boon  I  crave  ; 
But  sing  with  thankful,  tuneful  tongue, 
My  morning  and  my  evening  song. 

2  How  many  a  one  in  plenty  swims, 

'Mid  palace,  court,  and  Hall, 
And  yet  is  full  of  wants  and  whims. 

And  finds  no  joy  in  all ; 
The  more  he  has,  the  more  he'll  crave, 
His  cares  end  only  in  the  grave. 

3  They  call  this  world  a  vale  of  gloom  ; 

To  me,  it  seems  so  bright, 
A  garden  gay,  where  roses  bloom, 

And  fragrant  flowers  invite. 
"Where  every  hVing,  breathing  thing 
May  share  the  golden  green  of  spring, 

4  So  now  I'll  praise  and  thank  ray  God, 

And  bear  a  cheerful  breast ; 
I'll  love  his  ways,  I'll  love  his  word, 

Who  does  for  me  the  best ; 
And  ever  grateful  may  I  be. 
To  Him  who  daily  blesses  me. 


LEE  AYENUE   COLLECTION.  41^ 

47.  Clasp  Hand  in  Hand. 

Normal  Singer,  18». 

1  pLASP  hand  in  hand,  like  brothers, 
^     Let  heart  with  heart  unite, 

To  pledge  our  faith  and  honor, 
To  hold  and  guard  the  right. 

Each  voice  and  heart  obeying, 
Bursts  forth  in  glowing  soug, 

Through  all  the  land  resounding 
In  echoes  loud  and  long. 

2  The  sacred  bond  and  compact 

No  distance  shall  undo ; 
But  rolling  time  shall  twine  it, 

More  binding,  firm,  and  true. 
Then  hand  in  hand,  like  brothers, 

Let  heart  with  heart  unite, 
To  pledge  our  faith  and  honor. 

To  hold  and  guard  the  right. 


48. 


New  Year.       , 

Normal  Singer,  168> 

1  CIXG-,  one  and  all,  with  grateful  hearts, 
^    To  welcome  in  the  gay  new  year  1 
Let  every  care  and  trouble  cease, 

And  meet  with  heart  and  mind  at  peace 
The  happy  new  year. 

2  Sing,  one  and  all,  with  grateful  hearts, 
To  welcome  in  the  gay  new  year ! 

Fair  Hope  stands  beck'ning,  bright  and  sweet, 
Ind  seems  to  say,  "Come  now,  and  meet 
The  happy  new  year." 


50  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTIOH. 

3  Sing,  one  and  all,  with  grateful  hearts, 
To  welcome  in  the  gay  new  year  I 
May  ancient  friendships  never  end, 
But  step  by  stop  our  path  attend 

This  happy  new  year. 

4  Sing,  one  and  all,  with  grateful  hearts, 
To  welcome  in  this  gay  new  year ! 
And  let  our  songs  arise  to  heaven, 

To  thank  the  Father  who  has  given 
This  happy  new  year. 


Tc9.  Sing  this  Song  with  Me. 

Normal  Singer,  W. 

1  A^ !  sing  ye  the  merry,  merry  song  with  me  I 
^  AJud  let  our  hearts  be  free. 

As  the  waviugs  of  ocean,  that  ceaseless  swell, 
And  the  wandering  breezes,  that  ever  tell 
The  music  of  all  we  see. 

2  Oh !  sing  y6  the  merry,  merry  song,  so  bold  I 

And  sing  of  days  of  old  ; 
When  the  stars  of  the  night  sparkled  bright  as 

now, 
And  we  pledged  to  continue  forever  true, 

As  when  first  our  chorus  rolled. 

3  Oh !  sing  ye  the  merry,  merry  song  to-night! 

And  sing  the  hour's  swift  flight ! 
Sing  of  Him  who  together  has  brought  us  here, 
Sing  of  Him  who  has  made  us  to  each  so  dear ; 

Oh !  sing  the  glad  song  to-night 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  51 


«M).  Lovely  Eose. 

Youngs  Choir,  1C|» 

1  AF  late  so  brightly  glowing, 
^  Lovely  Rose, 

"We  here  beheld  thee  glowing, 
Lovely  Rose ; 
Thou  seem'dst  some  angel's  care, 
Summer's  breath  was  warm  around  thee, 
Summer's  beam  with  beauty  crowned  thee, 
So  sweetly  fair. 

i  The  blast  too  rudely  blowing. 
Lovely  Rose ; 
Thy  tender  form  o'erthrowing, 

Lovely  Rose ; 
Alas !  hath  laid  thee  low. 
•  Now  amid  thy  native  bed, 
Envious  weeds,  with  branches  spread, 
Unkindly  grow. 


52.  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

3  jSTo  fresh'mng  dew  of  morning, 

Lovely  Rose; 
Thy  infimt  buds  adoruing, 

Lovely  Rose ; 
To  thee  shall  day  restore. 
Zephyrs  soft,  that  late  caressed  thee, 
Evenmg  smiles,  that  parting  blessed  thee, 

Return  no  more. 


51.  The  Sos3  that  all  are  Praising. 

Young  Choir, 

1  THE  rose  that  all  are  praising, 

Is  not  the  rose  for  me ; 
Too  many  eyes  are  gazing 

Upon  the  costly  tree : 
But  there's  a  rose  in  yonder  glen, 

That  shuns  the  gaze  of  other  men, 
For  me  its  blossoms  raising : 

Oh !  that's  the  rose  for  me. 

2  The  gem  a  king  might  covet, 

Is  not  the  gem  for  me  ; 
From  darkness  who  would  move  it, 

Save  that  the  world  may  seel 
But  I've  a  gem  that  shuns  display. 

And  next  my  heart  worn  every  day, 
So  dearly  do  I  love  it : 

Oh !  that's  the  gem  for  me. 

3  Gay  birds  in  cages  pining, 

Are  not  the  birds  for  me  ; 
Those  plumes  so  brightly  shining. 
Would  fain  fly  off  from  thee : 


LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION.  53 

But  I've  a  bird  that  gayly  sings  ; 

Though  free  to  rove,  she  folds  her  wingg, 
For  me  her  flight  resigning : 

Oh !  that's  the  bird  for  me, 


52.  Faith  in  God. 

Boys'  and  Girh'  Singing  Book,  TS. 

1  T  KXEW  a  widow  vorv  poor, 

Who  four  small  children  had : 
The  oldest  v/as  but  six  years  old, 
A  gentle,  modest  lad. 

2  And  very  hard  this  widow  toiled 

To  feed  her  children  four; 

A  noble  heart  the  mother  had, 

Though  she  was  very  poQr. 

3  To  labor,  she  would  leave  her  home, 

For  children  must  be  fed  ; 
And  glad  was  she  when  she  could  buy 
A  shilling's  worth  of  bread. 

4  And  this  was  all  the  children  had 

On  any  day  to  eat : 
They  drank  their  water,  ate  their  bread, 
But  never  tasted  meat. 

5  One  day  when  snow  was  falling  fast, 

And  piercing  was  the  air, 
I  thought  that  I  would  go  and  see 
How  these  poor  children  were. 


54  LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTIOiT. 

6  Ere  long  I  reached  their  cheerless  home  : 

'Twas  searched  by  every  breeze  ; 
When  going  in,  the  eldest  cliild 
I  saw  upon  his  knees. 

7  I  paused,  and  listened  to  the  boy : 

He  never  raised  his  head, 
But  still  went  on,  and  said,  "  Give  us 
This  day  our  daily  Iready 

8  I  waited  till  the  child  was  done, 

Still  listening  as  he  prayed. ; 
And  when  he  rose,  I  asked  him  why 
The  Lord's  prayer  he  had  said. 

9  ""Why,  sir,"  said  he,  "this  morning,  when 

My  mother  went  away. 
She  wept,  she  said,  because  she  had 
No  l3read  for  us  to  day. 

10  "  She  said  we  children  now  must  starve, 

Our  flither  being  dead  ; 
And  then  I  told  her  not  to  cry, 
For  I  could  get  some  bread. 

11  " '  Our  Father^''  sir,  the  prayer  begins, 

"Which  makes  me  think  that  he, 
As  we  have  got  no  father  here, 
"Would  our  kind  father  be. 

12  "And  then  you  know,  sir,  that  the  prayer 

Asks  God  for  bread  each  day ; 
So  in  the  corner,  sir,  I  went. 

And  that's  what  made  me  pray." 


LEE  AYENUE   COLLECT] ON.  5.5 

13  1  quickly  left  that  wretched  room, 

And  went  with  fleeting  feet, 
And  very  soon  was  back  again 
"With  food  enough  to  eat. 

14  "  I  thought  God  heard  me,"  said  the  boy. 

I  answered  with  a  nod ; 
I  could  not  speak,  but  much  I  thought 
Of  that  bov's  faith  in  God. 


"Far,  far  atSsa." 

Songs  of  Zion,  509 

1  CT AR  of  peace  !  to  wanderers  weary, 
^     Bright  the  beams  that  smUe  on  me ; 
Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary, 

Far,  far  at  sea. 

2  Star  of  hope  !  gleam  on  the  billow, 

Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  thee  ; 
Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

3  Star  of  faith!  when  winds  are  mocking 

All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  thee ; 
Save  him,  on  the  billows  rocking, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

4  Star  Divine  1  oh  !  safely  guide  him  ; 

Bring  the  wanderer  home  to  thee  : 

Soro  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 

Far,  far  at  sea. 


56  LEE  AVEN'UE   COLLECTION. 

54.  The  Child  and  the  Flower. 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hyians,  4T. 

1  A  S  in  the  open  field  I  strayed, 

Among  the  grass  I  found 
A  lovely  little  violet, 

Just  peeping  from  the  ground  ; 
It  looked  right  up  into  ray  face, 

With  such  a  modest  smile, 
That  I  sat  down  close  by  its  side, 

To  talk  to  it  awhile, 

2  I  asked  the  little  blushing  flower, 

Not  thinking  that  she  knew, 
If  she  would  tell  me  whence  she  cama, 

And  she  replied:  "  I  grew." 
"  Be  sure,  you  did  ;  but  still,  I  ask. 

Who  made  you?  will  you  tell?" 
She  opened  wide  her  deep  blue  eyes, 

And  said  :  "  Dear  child,  I  will. 

3  "  Come,  put  your  ear  close  to  my  mouth, 

Now,  there's  no  noise  abroad;" 
I  did,  and  listened  a  good  while  ; 

At  last,  she  whispered  :  "GOD." 
Mother,  I  love  the  violet ; 

She  told  the  truth,  I  know ; 
For,  surely,  none  but  He  could  make 

So  sweet  a  flower  to  grow. 


55. 


The  Child  aad  the  Flower. 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hymag,  41I. 

1  MOTHER,  I've  been  to  see  the  flower, 
■^"-    Which  in  the  field,  I  found, 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  57 

And,  would  you  think  it  ?  there  it  lay, 

All  withered  on  the  ground. 
I  kneeled,  and  put  my  ear  close  down 

Beside  its  lowly  bed, 
And  asked  what  ailed  my  drooping  flower, 

And  something  whispered — "  Dead  1" 

The  chill  winds  stirred  its  withered  leaves, 

And  thus  they  seemed  to  say : 
"Sweet  flower,  it  makes  us  sad  that  thou 

So  soon  hast  passed  away." 
When,  o'er  my  poor  dead  violet, 

My  tears  fell  like  the  rain ; 
It  whispered  to  me :  "  Child,  weep  not, 

For  I  shall  live  again." 

Say,  talked  the  flower,  or  did  the  winds 

Utter  their  passing  l<nell  ? 
Or  was  it  my  own  soul  that  spoke  ? 

I'm  sure  I  can  not  tell. 
It  was  the  spirit's  voice — and  if 

The  dead  flower  shall  revive  ; 
Our  flesh  we  may  yield  up  in  hope, 

Some  other  day  to  Hve. 


5Q,  The  Silently  Falling  Snow. 

Normal  Singer,  101 

1  TN  flakes  of  a  feathery  white, 
■^     'Tis  falling  so  gently  and  slow ; 
Oh!  pleasant  to  me  is  the  sight, 
"When  silently  faUing  the  snow, 

Snow,  snow,  snow, 
"When  silently  falling  the  snow. 


5S  LEE  AVEXUE   COLLECTION'. 

2  The  earth  is  all  covered  to-day 

With  mantle  of  radiant  show  , 
It  sparkles  and  shines  in  the  raj, 
In  crystals  of  glittering  snow, 

Snow,  snow,  snow, 
la  crystals  of  glittering  snow. 

3  Oh  I  happy  the  snow-birds  I  see, 

While  hopping  and  flittering  they  go 
They  tell  of  a  lesson  to  me, 

While  feeding  in  beautiful  snow. 

Snow,  snow,  snow. 
While  feeding  in  beautiful  snow. 

4  The  trees  have  a  burden  of  white, 

It  covers  their  branches,  I  know, 
It  never  forsakes  them  by  night, 
All  day  they  are  playing  with  snow, 

Snow,  snow,  snow, 
AU  day  they  arc  playing  with  snow. 

5  How  spotless  it  seems,  and  how  pure, 

I  would  that  my  spirit  were  so  I 
■  Then,  long  as  the  soul  shall  endure. 
More  brightly  I'd  shine  than  the  snow, 

Snow,  snow,  snow, 
More  brightly  I'd  shine  than  the  snow. 

6  But  soon  with  the  breath  of  the  spring, 

Down  streamlets  and  rivers  'twill  flow; 
The  season  of  summer  will  bring 
Bright  flowers  for  silvery  snow,  ' 

Snow,  snow,  snow, 
Bright  flowers  for  silvery  snow. 


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57.  1^18  Sabbath-School  HaU. 

Air,  "  Olil  Arm-chair.*' 
"HTE  love  it,  we  love  it.  and  who  shall  dare 
^^     To  chide  us  for  lingering  with  tenderness 
there  ? 
We'll  cherish  it  long  as  a  holy  spot, 
And  meinorv  will  whisper  :  "  Forget  it  not !" 
'Tis  bound  by  a  thousand  bauds  to  my  heart. 
Not  a  tie  will  break — not  a  link  will  start. 
Would  ye  learn  the  spell  ?  'tis  the  dearest  of  all, 
And  a  sacred  thing  is  the  Sabbath-School  Hall. 

"We've  trodden  its  portals  full  many  a  day, 
AYhcn  our  spirits  were   light,  and  our  heaiia 

were  gay  ; 
Months  rolled  away,  while  we  labored  there, 
Secluded  from  sorrow  and  worldly  care. 
Say  it  is  folly,  and  deem  us  weak, 
While  the  scalding  tears  steal  down  our  cheek ; 
Still  we  love  it,  we  love  it,  the  dearest  of  all. 
And  well  ever  remember  the  Sabbath-School  Hall 


58.  The  Fourth  of  July. 

Sunday-School  Anniversary  Book,  64. 

1    A  SOXG  for  the  day  beaming  o'er  us ! 
An  anthem  of  juvenile  joy ! 
A  rapturous,  soul-stirring  chorus ! 
For  this  is  the  Fourth  of  July ! 

Then  send  up  the  soul-stirring  chorua, 
For  this  is  the  Fourth  of  July ! 
Yes,  this  is  the  Fourth  of  July  1 
The  glorious  Fourth  of  July ! 


60  LEE   A7ENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Long  since,  on  this  day  of  defial, 

Our  fathers  fought  kings  with.theu*  pei 
Their  children,  if  put  to  the  trial, 
Would  sign  that  bold  paper  again. 

Would  sign  that  bold  paper  again,  &c 

3  The  patriot  band  was  assembled, 

The  tyrants  of  earth  to  defy ; 
And  tyrants  have  ever  since  trembled 
To  hoar  of  the  Fourth  of  July. 

To  hear  of  the  Pourth  of  July,  &c. 

4  They  Wish  that  old  Time  would  absorb  it, 

Or  let  it  unnumbered  go  by ; 
"But  Time  rolls  around  in  his  orbit, 
And  brings  a  new  Fourth  of  July. 

He  brings  a  new  Fourth  of  July,  &c; 

5  With  very  benevolent  reason 

God  gives  us  the  bright  summer  sky  - 
And  ju5t  in  the  height  of  the  season 
He  sends  us  the  Fourth  of  July. 

He  sends  us  the  Fourth  of  July,  &c, 

G  Our  ftithers,  in  warlike  employment, 
Determined  to  conqueror  die; 
But  ours  is  a  peaceful  enjoyment, 
The  fruit  of  their  Fourth  of  July. 

The  fruit  of  their  Fourth  of  July,  &c 

7  Our  States  in  fraternal  communion, 
All  traitors  and  foes  shall  defy, 
So  long  as  we  cling  to  the  "Union," 
And  honor  the  Fourth  of  July. 

And  honor  the  Fourth  of  July,  &c; 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  61 

8  Be  withered  the  hand  that  would  sever 

Our  hallowed  coRfederate  tie  ; 
Our  "  Union"  ue  cherished  forever, 
And  honored  our  Fourth  of  July, 

And  honored  our  Fourth  of  July,  &c. 

9  Now,  up  with  the  voice  of  thanksgiving 

To  God,  the  great  Giver  on  high  ; 
And  while  in  tlie  land  of  the  living, 
Still  honor  the  Fourth  of  July. 

Still  honor  the  Fourth  of  July,  &c. 


JO.  The  Declaration. 

S.  S.  Aaniversary  Book,  63. 

1  TY^  come,  we  come,  a  little  band, 

^      As  children  of  the  nation  ; 
"We're  joined  in  heart,  we're  joined  in  hand, 
To  keep  the  Declaration. 

2  "We  come,  we  come,  with  joyful  eyes. 

We  fear  no  usurpation ; 
Our  fethers  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  keep  the  Declaration. 

8  "We  come,  we  come — 'tis  freedom  s  cause 
Excites  our  admiration ; 
Columbia's  sons  maintain  her  laws, 
And  keep  the  Declaration. 

4  "We  come,  we  come,  with  garlands  bright, 
To  cro^vn  with  approbation 
Our  land,  which  marches  in  her  might, 
To  keep  the  Declaration. 


62  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

5  "We  come,  we  come — to  God  be  praiao^ 

For  our  exalted  station : 
We  thank  him  for  such  happy  days, 
And  keep  the  Declaration. 

6  We  come,  we  come — we  soon  mlist  die, 

And  so  must  all  our  nation: 
Well  not  forget  the  prize  on  high, 
Yet  keep  the  Declaration. 


60. 


My  Native  Land. 

S.  S,  Anniversr.ry  B'X)k,  'Mu 

1  T  LOYE  thy  fair  and  verdant  hills; 

•^    I  love  thy  vales  which  plenty  fills ; 
I  love  thy  mountains  rude  and  steep, 
And  all  the  storms  which  o'er  them  sweep. 
Oh  !  vrell  I  love  my  native  land — 
The  land  of  freedom — happy  land ! 

2  I  love  thy  waters,  white  with  sails — 
Thy  soil,  whose  harvest  never  fails — 
Thy  towns,  and  villages,  and  farms, 
And  cities — free  from  foreign  arms ; 

Oh  !  well  I  love,  &c. 

3  I  love  thy  shrewd  and  hardy  sons, 
For  they  are  brave  and  noble  ones ; 
And  in  their  bosoms  glow  those  fires 
That  warmed  of  old  their  pilgrim  sires : 

Oh  !  well  I  love,  &c. 

4  I  love  thy  daughters — kind  as  fair — 
With  mother's  heart  and  sister's  care — 
With  love  intent  to  soothe  and  save — 
Protect  the  weak,  and  cheer  the  brave: 

Ohl  well  I  love,  &c. 


LEE  AYEXUE   COLLECTION.  63 

5  I  love  thy  laws  that  guard  us  round 
Thy  sacred  courts,  and  Gospel  sound; 
I  bless  the  Hand  that  made  thee  mine, 
And  hail  the  ties  that  make  me  thine  : 
Oh !  well  I  love,  &c. 


Freedom's  Natal  Day. 

S.  S .  Anniversary  Book,  74, 

1  T  OUD  raise  the  peal  of  gladness ! 
'Tis  freedom's  natal  day ! 
Our  land  that  once  in  sadness 

Be-moaned  the  tyrant's  sway, 
In  liberty  rejoices, 

And  heeds  no  monarch's  rod : 
Lift  high  your  joyous  voices  ; 
Ay,  lift  them  up  to  God. 

2  'Twas  he,  whose  wisdom  guided 

The  counsels  of  our  sires; 
Ho  o'er  our  arms  presided — 

And  he  the  praise  requires— 
That  gild  our  country's  story, 

That  make  our  country  blessed : 
To  him  be  all  the  glory, 

For  all  those  gifts  possessed. 

3  How  rich  the  thought  in  pleasure^ 

Xo  despot  can  control  I 
But  richer  far  the  treasure 

The  freedom  of  the  soul  I 
The  yoke  of  bondage  broken, 

To  worship  God  we're  free — 
To  read  what  he  hath  spoken, 

Or,  reverent,  bow  the  knee. 


64  LEE   AYElsUE   COLLECTION. 

v<^.  Our  Anniversary. 

Tune,  Away  the  Bowl. 

S.  S.  Anniversarj-  Book,  91. 

1  ASSEMBLED  in  our  school  once  more, 

On  freedom's  natal  day, 
Our  father's  God  wc  here  adore, 

And  bless  the  happy  day  ; 
The  day  that  saw  our  nation's  birth 
And  freedom  found  a  home  on  earth — 
We  hail  the  day,  the  happji  day ; 
Our  Anniversar}'. 

2  We  meet  not  now  'mid  boding  fears 

Which  clouded  once  this  day, 
Nor  where  the  helpless  vassal's  tears 

Still  falUng  are  to-day. 
No  crutl  despot's  power  we  own, 
And  slavery's  curse  is  here  unknown  ; 

We're  free  to-day !  0  happy  day ! 
Our  Anniversary 

3  To  thee,  great  God,  the  praise  belongs 

That  wc  are  blessed  to-day — 
To  thee  ascend  our  cheerful  songs 

Of  gratitude  to-day. 
'Twi'S  thy  great  arm,  and  thine  alone, 
Could  shake  tlio  haughty  tyrant's  tlirone^ 

And  bring  this  da}',  this  happy  day, 
Our  Anniversary. 

4  Still  be  thine  arm  of  power  displayed 

In  glorious  majesty. 
Until  the  nations  long  enslaved 
Kejoice  among  the  free. 


LEE   AVENUE    COLLECTION.  65 

Till  freedom's  banner  wide  unfurled, 
Shall  float  in  triumph  o'er  the  world. 

And  bring  to  all  a  happy  day, 

Like  this,  Our  Aniversary. 


>  Come  and  Worship. 

S.  S.  Anniversary  Book,  94. 

1  A  NGELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 

AYing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth; 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  projclaim  Messiah's  birtli : 
Come  and  worship-r- 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

"Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night ; 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 
Yonder  shines  the  heavenly  light. 
Come  and  worship,  &c. 

3  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 

"Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear  ; 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear. 
Come  and  worship,  &c. 

4  Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance. 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains. 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 
Mercy  calls  you — break  your  chains. 
Come  and  worship,  &c. 


06  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

6a.  The  Notes  of  Joy. 

S.  S.  Anniversary  Bo«1l,  H. 

1  TIARK  !  hark  !  the  notes  of  joy 
^^     Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plams, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 
For  their  sublimest  strains : 
Some  new  delight  in  heav'n  is  knowTi, 
Loud  ring  the  harps  around  the  throme. 


2 


The  joyful  l^osts  descend  ; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend : 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race, 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round, 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 
AVhat  pity  he  can  show  ; 
Ye  winds  that  blow — ye  waves  that  roll- 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole  I 

Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 
To  great  Immanuel's  name ! 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men, 

And  loud  his  grace  proclaim: 
Angels  and  men,  wake  every  string, 
'Tis  God  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sing  1 


LEB  AVKNUE   COLLECTION. 


67 


05,  A  Man's  a  Man  for  all  that.     . 

Normal  Singer,  a. 

1  AVE  will  not  blush  for  poverty, 

' '      Or  hang  our  heads,  and  all  that ; 
Though  wealthy  folks  may  pass  us  by, 
A  man's  a  man  for  all  that ; 


68  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

For  all  that  and  all  that, 
Our  toils  obscure,  and  all  that, 
Their  r.mk  is  but  the  guinea's  stami) — 
A  man's  a  man  for  all  that. 

2  The  king  may  make  a  knight  or  lord, 

A  marquis,  duke,  and  all  that, 
But  honesty  needs  no  rev/ard, 

And  kings  can  never  buy  that ; 

For  all  that  and  all  that. 

The  pride  of  birth,  and  all, that, 
Good  sense  and  worth,  o'er  all  the  earth 

Are  better  things  than  all  that. 

3  Then  let  us  pray  that  come  it  may, 

As  come  ic  will  for  all  that, 
"When  with  the  might  shall  be  the  right, 
And  truth  shall  reign,  and  all  that ; 
For  all  that  and  alUhat, 
'Tis  coming  still,  for  all  that, 
'hen  man  with  man,  the  wide 
Shall  brotlicrs  be,  and  all  that. 


66. 


Be  Happy  and  Good. 

Normal  Singer,  118> 

"DE  happy  and  good  ! 

.      Be  happy  and  good  ! 
Let  knowledge  and  wisdom  incite  thee, 
Let  virtue  and  truth  e'er  delight  thee ; 

Be  happy  and  good! 

Be  happy  and  good! 

Be  happy  and  good  I 


LEE   AYENUL   COLLECTION.  60 

2  Be  happy  and  good  ! 

So  smiling  the  doy  will  fly  by  thee, 
And  naught  of  true  pleasure  deny  thee  ; 
Be  happy  and  good. 

3  Be  happy  and  good ! 

Tlie  moon  and  the  stars  in  iheir  beauty- 
Will  teach  thee  thy  way  and  thy  duty; 
Be  happy  and  good ! 

4  •  Be  happy  and  good  ! 

A  little  will  serve  to  delight  thee, 
And  nothing  shall  ever  affright  thee ; 
Be  happy  and  good ! 


67.  A  Good  Name. 


Musical  Bouquet, 


EYER  choose  it, 
In  e'er  refuse  it — 
'Tis  a  precious  diadem ; 
Highly  prize  it, 
Ne'er  despise  it. 
You  will  need  it  when  you're  men. 

Love  and  cherish. 

Keep  and  nourish — 
'Tis  more  precious,  far,  than  gold; 

"Watch  and  guard  it, 

Don't  discard  it, 
You  will  need  it  when  you're  old. 


TO  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 


68. 


The  Good  and  tlie  Kind. 

Normal  Singer,  91. 

1  THE  good  and  the  kind 

Find  liowers  in  thcnr  path  ever  spriuging. 
And  angels  around  ever  singing ; 
The  good  and  the  kind. 

2  The  good  and  the  klua 

In  simplest  of  blessings  find  pleasure, 
And  ever  enjoy  a  rich  treasure  ; 
The  good  and  the  kind.     • 

3  The  good  and  the  kind 
Eejoice  in  the  sunlight  of  heaven, 
And  peacefully  \Yclcome  the  eveu  ; 

The  good  and  the  kind. 

4  The  good  and  the  kind 

Are  useful,  and  shrink  not  from  labor, 
To  serve  brother,  kindred,  or  neighbor ; 
The  good  and  the  kind. 

5  The  good  and  the  kind, 
By  kindness  their  piety  proving, 

Will  dwell  ■with  the  pure  and  the  loving* 
The  good  and  the  kind. 


69.  Be  Careful  of  Your  Money,  Boys. 

Wil.ier's  Miisi.al  Elementary,  lOSl 

1  WHEN"  life  is  full  of  health  and  glee, 
^  ^      Work  thou  as  busy  as  a  bee, 
And  take  this  gentle  hint  from  me — 
Be  careful  of  your  money; 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTIOIT.  71 

Be  careful  of  your  money,  boys, 

B^ careful  of  your  money; 
You'll  find  it  true  that  friends  are  few, 

When  you  are  short  of  money. 

2  But  do  not  shut  sweet  mercy's  door, 
Nor  coldly  turn  away  the  poor ; 
To  help  the  needy  from  your  store, 

Be  careful  of  your  money ; 
Be  careful  of  your  money,  boys, 

Be  careful  of  your  money; 
To  help  the  poor  that  seek  your  door, 

Be  careful  of  your  money. 


70.  Idlers. 

Musical  Gems,  174. 

1  CO  goes  -it  with  idlers ;  they're  laughed  at  by  all; 
•^   They  lounge  all  the  summer  and  sleep  aU  tbft 
fall 

So  goes  it  with  idlers,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha ! 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ho, 
ha,  ha  I 

I  When  winter  o'ertakes  them  they're  hungry  and 
cold, 
And  then  they  complain  of  hard  times  and  no 
gold. 

So  goes  it,  &c. 

H  At  school  they  learn  nothing  but  mischievous 
play. 
And  when  they  are  older,  have  nothing  to  say. 
So  goes  it,  &c. 


72 


LEE   AVEXUE   COLLECTION. 


4  They're  shunned  by  the  learned ;  they're  lazy  and 
poor,  / 

And  soon  they're  compelled  to  beg  bread  at  youii 
door. 

So  goes  it,  &c. 

6  So  goes  it  with  idlers ;  they're  laughed  at  by  all ; 
They  lounge  all  the  summer  and  sleep  all  the  fall 
So  goes  it,  &c. 


71,  A  Long  Pull,  and  a  Strong  Pull. 

Normal  Singer,  188. 

1  "J^OW  hearts  and  hands,  their  strength  uniting^ 

Boldly  brave  life's  waves  and  winds ; 
Fresh  courage  every  foe  exciting, 

Naught  should  hinder  willingminds — 
With  a  long  pull,  and  a  strong  pull, 

And  a  pull  altogether, 
Hard  work  or  hard  weather, 
Your  duty  fulfill. 

2  "When  duty  calls  through  toil  and  danger 

Firmly  by  each  other  stand ; 
To  friend,  to  foe,  to  brother,  stranger, 
Ever  lend  a  helping  hand — 
With  a  long  pull,  &c. 

5  Now  hearts  and  hands,  their  strength  uniting. 
Boldly  brave  life's  waves  and  winds; 
Fresh  courage  ever}'  foe  exciting. 

Naught  should  hinder  willing  minds — • 
With  a  long  pull,  &c. 


I 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  73 

72.  Christmas  Jubilee. 

S.  S.  Anniversary  Book,  9C 

1  JOYFUL  haU  the  jubilee  of  earth  ; 
^      Children's  voices  high  ascending, 

With  cherubic  strains  are  blending, 
Joyful  haQ  the  jubilee  of  earth. 

2  'Tis  the  Saviour's  love  inspires  the  song, 

Changing  every  note  of  sadness, 
Filling  every  heart  with  gladness ; 
Tis  the  Saviour's  love  inspires  the  song. 

S  See  the  Day  spring  dawning  from  on  high  ; 
Through  the  night  of  deatli,  'tis  gleaming- 
Doubt  and  sorrov.^  flee  its  beaming  : 
See  the  Day-spring  dawning  from  on  high. 

4  Peace  on  earth,  and  joy,  are  now  complete : 

Oh !  that  all  might  hear  the  story ; 
All  behold  the  Gospel-glory  ; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  joy,  are  now  complete, 

5  Hallelujah  1  to  the  new-born  King ; 

In  each  heart  his  throne  be  seated, 
By  each  tongue  his  praise  repeated ; 
Hallelujah  !  to  tlie  new-born  King. 

6  Loud,  and  yet  more  loud  hosannas  raise  I 

Hear  them,  distant  isles  of  ocean, 
Heathen,  catch  the  glad  emotion ; 
Loud,  and  yet  more  loud  hosannas  raise  I 


74  LEE   AVEXUE   COLLECTION.  ^ 

73.  With  Songs  of  Eejoicing. 

S.  S.  Annirersftry  Book,  91. 

1  WITH  songs  of  rejoicing,  hosanna,  and  praises, 

To  Jesus  our  ofifrings  we  bring ; 
Though  humble  our  tribute,  and  feeble  our  lays, 
Yet  he  will  attend  when  we  sing. 

2  He  is  the  good  Shepherd  whose  bounty  and  graoo 

The  sheep  of  his  pasture  may  share; 
The  wants  of  the  least  in  his  bosom  have  place, 
But  the  lambs  are  his  tenderest  care. 

3  He  loves  to  watch  o'er  them,  to  bear  them  along, 

And  safe  in  his  arms  they  shall  rest ;  '*' 

For  while  he  protects  them,  what  danger  can 
wrong 
Or  pluck  from  his  sheltering  breast? 

4  0  Saviour  in  heaven !  we  pray  thee  attend, 

And  grant  in  compassion  our  prayer ! 
Be  thou  our  good  Shepherd,  our  Father,  and  Friend, 
And  we,  the  dear  lambs  of  thy  care  ! 


•  ^'  A  Cliristmas  Hymn. 

S.  S.  Anniversrtry  Book,  108. 

1  f)    HAPPY  day!    0  happy  dayl    when  mercy. 
^     mercy  smiled, 

And  beamed  from  heaven  in  cloudless  ray 
On  Bethle^m's  lovely  child ;  ' 


LEE  AVEKUE   COLLECTION.  To 

Then  angel's  sang  in  holy  mirth,  in  holy  mirth,  ia 

holy  mirth, 
"  Good  will  to  mcin  and  peace  on  earth." 

They  all  sang  joyfully ; 
0  happy  day  I  0  happy  day !  when  mercy,  mercy 

smiled, 
0  happy  day  1    0  happy  day !    thus  joyfully  sing' 


That  Saviour  came  from  heaven  to  earth, 

To  raise  earth  up  to  heaven ; 
Let  old  and  young  extol  his  worth, 

While  praise  to  him  is  given. 
Children  shall  praise  his  blessed  name,  his  blessed 

name,  his  blessed  name ; 
Their  hearts  shall  feel  love's  hallowed  flame, 

"While  of  their  Lord  they  sing ; 
O  happy  day  1    0  happy  day,  when  mercy,  mercy 

smiled ; 
When  mercy  smiled  and  gave  to  man  a  Saviour 
in  their  Kin.o:. 


75.  Sabhath-School  Band. 

Sumlay-School  Harmonist,  13. 

1  TO  the  Sunday-school  we're  going, 

And  Grod's  love  our  hearts  o'erflowing, 
And  to  whom  all  favors  owing, 
In  the  blest  Sabbath-school. 

We're  a  band  of  chRdren, 

We're  a  band  of  children, 

We're  a  band  of  children, 

Of  the  Sabbath-school. 


76  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Here  the  truths  of  inspiration, 
Being  read  with  admiration, 
And  with  souls  of  adoration, 

In  the  blest  Sabbath-school. 
^Ve're  a  band,  &c. 

3  Here  the  words  of  hfe  are  learning, 
And  our  youthful  hearts  are  burning 
"W^ith  Christ's  love,  to  whom  we're  turning 

In  the  blest  Sabbath-schooL 
We're  a  band,  &c. 

4  Here  the  plan  of  true  salvation 
Is  enjoyed  with  admiration, 
And  with  souls  of  adoration, 

In  the  blest  Sabbath-school. 
We're  a  band,  &c. 

5  Tea,  the  prospect  is  most  cheering, 
And  the  children  most  endearing, 
When  we  see  them  heavenward  steering^ 

In  the  blest  Sabbath-school. 

With  our  band  of  teachers, 
With  our  band  of  teachers, 
With  our  band  of  teachers, 
And  with  parents  at  their  sida 

6  When  our  days  on  earth  are  ended, 
.    May  our  hearts,  by  love  cemented, 

And  in  Christ  die  all  contented, 
In  the  same  Sabbath-school. 

With  our  band  of  teachers, 
With  our  band  of  teachers, 
With  our  band  of  teachers. 
And  our  parents  there  the  same. 


LEE  AVEXCE   COLLECTION.  77 

The  Opening  Year. 

S.  S.  Anmrersary  Bco!:,  14ft. 

TO  own  his  gracious  care, 

"Whose  goodness  crowns  the  year, 
We  seek  the  house  of  prayer, 
And  worship  in  his  fear; 
With  humble  hearts  our  sins  confess, 
And  ask  his  still-continued  grace. 

Here  throng  the  precious  youth, 

In  heavenly  wisdom  taught. 
Who  search  the  word  of  truth, 
With  precious  counsels  fraught ; 
To  join  their  faithful  teachers  here, 
And  welcome  in  this  opening  year. 

Oh !  bless  the  rising  race  ! 

Hereafter  may  they  stand, 
Adorned  with  heavenly  grace, 
As  pillars  in  the  land ; 
And  may  the  care  on  them  bestowed 
Conduct  them  safe  to  thiine  abode. 


On  all  who  here  unite, 

Shed  down  celestial  rays, 
To  guide  our  paths  aright, 
In  all  our  future  days ; 
And  let  this  precious  season  prove 
A  hallowed  hour  of  peace  and  lore. 


78  LEE    AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

77.  Jesus  our  Eefuge. 

S.  S.  AimiFei«ar7  Book,  UW. 

1  TyE  children  gathered  here 

^ '      Were  but  as  yesterday 
Untaught  our  God  to  fear — 
Were  never  heard  to  pray  ; 
But  heedless  sought  the  downward  road, 
And  wandered  far  from  heaven  and  God. 

2  Our  heavenly  Father's  love 

Hath  hastened  to  our  aid, 
And  we  his  goodness  prove, 

And  see  his  power  displayed  ; 
Wo  feel  his  sweet  reviving  grace, 
And  seek,  with  willing  hearts,  his  facet 


0  Father !  hear  the  prayer 

Our  youthful  hearts  would  raise, 
And  let  thy  guardian  care 
Protect  our  future  days; 
Our  souls  with  daily  goodness  bless, 
Establish  us  in  righteousness. 


From  Satan's  wily  arts, 

Save  in  temptation's  hour, 
And  change  our  evil  hearts. 
By  soul-renewing  power ; 
In  life,  in  death  our  refuge  be. 
Our  portion  through  eternity. 


78 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 


Good  Night. 

S.  S.  AnniTersarj-  Book,  156. 

1  WE  rise,  dear  friends,  with  true  dclirrht 

*^      The  eldest  of  the  throng, 
To  wish  you  all  a  kind  good  night, 

In  this  our  parting  song ; 
Our  hearty  thanks  we  now  bestow, 
While  joys  within  our  bosoms  glow; 
Good  night,  good  night,  good  night,  good  niglii. 

2  We  next  in  turn,  though  younger  still, 

Would  chant  our  parting  song 
We  boast  indeed  but  little  skill. 

Nor  shall  our  strains  be  long; 
Our  hearty  thanks  we  now  bestow, 
For  every  smile  you  deigned  to  show 
Good  night,  &c.  ' 

3  Though  younger  still,  yet  do  not  blame 

The  passion  in  our  breast ; 
Our  gratitude  you  well  may  claim 

Ere  we  retire  to  rest ; 
Our  hearty  thanks  we  now  bestow, 
The  time  has  come  lor  us  to  go. 
Good  night,  &c. 

4  We,  least  and  last  of  all  the  train, 

Our  infant  voices  try — 
Salute  you  all  a  parting  strain, 

And  bid  you  all  good-by ; 
Our  hearty  thanks  we  now  bestow, 

Our  mothers  want  us— we  must  ga 
Good  night,  &c 


80 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 


79.  The  Ramble. 

Alpine  Glee  Singer,  344. 

i  T?  YE  been  sitting  by  the  bill-side, 
Little  birds  flew  gajly  round, 
"What  a  singing,  what  a  springing 
From  the  nesthngs  to  the  ground. 
La,  la,  la,  &c. 

2  I've  been  standing  in  the  garden, 

"Where  the  buzzing  bees  flew  round, 
"What  a  humming,  going,  coming. 
As  their  honey  cells  they  found. 
La,  la,  la,  &c. 

3  I've  been  walking  in  the  meadow, 

Little  swallows  skim  the  brook, 
"Wliat  a  dipping,  what  a  dripping, 
It  was  droll  enough  to  look. 
La,  la,  la  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLIECTION.  81 

4  Cheerful  comrades  soon  will  join  us, 
"With  the  sun's  last  parting  raj, 
Then  with  singing,  voices  ringing, 
"We  will  close  this  happy  day. 
La,  la,  la,  &c. 


I 


80.  I  Love  the  Merry  Kinging-. 

AJpine  Glee  Sinpjer,  979. 

LO^E  the  merry  ringing, 
The  full  and  gladsome  cheer 
Of  voices  gavly  singing, 

"^^hen  pleasure's  sky  is  clear ; 
Our  hearts  are  ever,  ever  free, 
And  quick  to  bound  with  hvely  glee, 
Oh !  yes,  oh !  yes,  to  song 
Our  happy  days  Ijelong. 

"When  May-day's  morn  is  smiling, 
And  tuneful  choirs  awake ; 

Our  hearts  of  grief  beguiling, 
"With  notes  that  gayly  break ; 

How  happy  then  do  we  unite, 

And  sing  a^ong  our  way  of  light  I 
Oh!  yes,  &c. 

"When  fortune's  gifts  have  crowned  us, 
"When  life  flows  smoothly  on, 

"When  social  friends  surround  us, 
And  all  unite  as  one, 

Then  happy,  joyous  still  are  we, 

As  loud  we  raise  the  tuneful  glee. 
Oh  yes,  &c. 


82  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 


81. 


America. 

Alpine  Glee  Singer,  21^ 

1  "PKEEDOM'S  sous,  come  join  ia  chorus, 

PraisG  this  favored  spot  of  cartli ; 
Praise  the  skies  now  smiling  o'er  us, 

Praise  the  land  which  gave  us  birth ! 
Though  our  sky  is  often  frowning, 

Though  our  land  is  rough  and  sear ; 
Health  and  peace  our  labors  crov/ning 

Bless  the  cheerful  spirits  here  ! 

2  Here  are  equal  rights  defended, 

Riches  fill  the  busy  hands ; 
Then  be  welcome  kind  extended 

To  th'  oppressed  from  other  lands ! 
Let  them  come  and  join  the  chorus, 

Let  them  praise  this  spot  of  earth ; 
Praise  the  sky  now  smiling  o'er  us, 

Praise  tha  land  which  gave  us  birth. 

3  Freedom's  sons,  of  every  nation, 

Here  a  hearty  welcome  greet, 
Wliile  no  haughty  tyrant  frowning, 

E'er  invades  your  calm  retreat. 
Come  and  help  us  swell  the  chorus. 

Praise  this  hallowed  spot  of  earth ; 
Praise  the  skies  now  smihng  o'er  us. 

Praise  the  land  which  gave  us  birth. 


0^: 


82.  The  Sleigh  Eide. 

Alpine  Glee  Singer,  914. 

!  swift  we  go  o'er  the  fleecy  snow, 
"When  moon-beams  sparkle  round  ! 
When  hoofs  keep  time  to  music's  chime, 
As  merrily  on  we  bound  1 

As  merrily  on  we  bound  I 
La,  la,  la,  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  83. 

2  On  winter's  night,  when  our  hearts  are  light, 

And  breath  is  on  the  wind, 
We  loose  the  rein,  and  sweep  the  plain, 
And  leave  our  cares  behind  ; 
As  merrily,  &c. 

3  With  langh  and  song,  tlius  we  glide  along, 

Across  the  fleeting  snow. 
With  friends  beside,  how  swift  we  ride 
The  beautiful  track  below  ! 
As  merriiy,  &c. 

4  The  raging  sea  has  true  joys  for  me, 

When  gale  and  tempest  roar, 
But  give  the  speed  of  the  foaming  steed, 
And  I'll  ask  for  waves  no  more  1 
As  merrilv,  kc. 


0' 


83.  Our  Stern  Forefathers. 

Alpine  Glee  Singer,  VKU 

lUR  stern  forefathers  were  not  like 
The  phant  sons  of  earth  ; 
But  lions  in  the  battle. 

And  lambs  around  the  hearth. 
In  caves  and  forests  hiding, 

With  spirits  strong  and  high, 
They  pledged  to  G-od  their  fealty, 

To  suffer  or  to  die. 

2  And  will  you  not  disown  your  sons, 
Ye  heroes  good  and  great  ? 
Sprung  from  such  noble  fathers, 
Should  we  degenerate  ? 


84  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

We  wear  the  rose  and  lily, 
And  not  the  martyr's  crown ; 

"We  hide  not  in  the  forest, 
But  rest  on  beds  of  down. 

3  Ye  sons  of  freedom,  now  arise, 

And  wash  away  the  stain! 
Th'  oppressed  are  loudly  calling, 

No  longer  hear  in  vain  I 
Go  forth  and  meet  the  tempest, 

Alone,  if  need  there  be  1 
Fear  not,  tor  God  is  with  you, 

Be  dauntless,  firm,  and  free  I 


84.  We  Sons  of  the  Mountains. 

Alpine  Glet.  Singer,  16€. 

1  TyE  sons  of  the  mountains  are  happy  and  free, 

'      No  bird  of  the  air  is  more  cheerful  than  we| 
Come  here,  all  ye  townsmen  bo  honest  and  tell   .' 
Kmen  in  the  cities  more  happily  dwell! 
La,  la,  la,  &c. 

2  At  morn,  while  the  hamlet  is  shrouded  in  night, 
"We  bask  on  the  mountains  in  heaven's  own  light; 
At  night  when  our  kiiie  are  al^  safe  and  at  peace, 
"We  seek  our  own  fern  beds,  and  rest  at  our  ease. 

La,  la,  la,  &c. 

3  "We  look  on  the  heavens,  with  sunshine  so  bright, 
The  stars  and  the  moon,  in  th^ir  glo"y  at  uiglit; 
"We  litt  up  our  hearts  and  like  ohiidren  we  pray 
Ti)  Him  who  thus  blesses  our  night  and  our  da.y. 

La,  la,  la,  &c. 


LEE   ATEXUE   COLLECTION.  85 

4  To  sickness  aud  trouble  each  mortal  must  bow, 
The  prince  in  his  palace,  the  boor  at  his  plough ; 
But  here  with  our  cattle  sick  fancies  we  lose — 
The  air  of  the  mountains  cures  ^apors  and  blues. 
La,  la,  la,  &c. 


80.  The  Alpine  Singer's  Song. 

Alpine  Glee  Singer,  99. 

1  AN  Alpine  heights  the  love  of  God  is  shed, 
^     He  paints  the  morning  red, 

The  flowerets  white  and  blue, 
And  feeds  them  with  his  dew. 

On  Alpine    heights    a   loving  Father 
dwells  ! 

2  On  Alpine  heights,  o'er  manv  a  fragrant  heath, 

The  loveliest  breezes  breathe  ; 
So  free  and  pure  the  air, 
His  breath  seems  floating  there. 
On  Alpine  heights,  &c. 

3  On  Alpine  heights,  beneath  his  mild  blue  eye, 

StUl  vales  and  meadows  he  ; 
The  soaring  glacier's  ice 
Gleams  like  a  paradise. 
On  Alpine  heights,  &c. 

4  Down  Alpine  heights  the  silvery  streamlets  flow, 

There  the  bold  chamois  go; 
On  giddy  crags  they  stand. 
And  drink  from  his  own  hand. 
On  Alpine  heights,  &c. 


H6  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

5  On  Alpine  heights,  in  troops  all  white  as  snow, 

The  sheep  and  wild  goats  go ; 
There  in  the  solitude, 
He  fills  their  heart  with  food. 
On  Alpine  heights,  &c. 

6  On  Alpine  heights  th'^  herdsmen  tends  his  herds : 

His  Shepherd  i.-  ;  he  Lord ; 
For  he  who  foed.5  his  sheep, 
Will  sure  his  offspring  keep  ! 
On  Alpine  heights,  &c. 


ob.  I  Love  tli9  Merry  Sunshine. 

Alpine  Glee  Singer,  K 

1  T  LOVE  the  merry,  merry  sunshine, 
-*•    It  makes  the  heart  so  gay. 

To  hear  the  sweet  birds  singing; 

On  their  summer  holida}'. 
"With  their  wild- wood  notes  of  duty. 
From  hawthorn  bush  and  tree. 

Oh !  the  sunshine  is  all  beauty  I 
Oh  !  the  merry,  merry  sun  for  mo  I 
La,  la,  la,  &c. 

2  I  love  the  merry,  meiTy  sunshine, 

Through  the  dewy  morning  shower 
With  its  rosy  smiles  advancing. 

Like  a  beauty  from  her  bower ; 
It  charms  the  soul  in  sadness, 

It  sets  the  spirit  free  ! 

Oh !  the  sunshine,  &c. 


LEE    A7ENUE    COLLECTION. 


--^v^^E^^     W^ 


^^^^ 


i  I  Love  tlie  "West. 

Robin  Red  Breast,  lis. 

1  T  LOYE  the  west,  the  gallant  west, 

-*-     "With  its  bright  and  sanny  streams ; 
The  land  of  the  brave,  the  land  of  the  free, 
The  land  of  my  childhood's  dreams. 

2  I  love  the  west,  the  mighty  west, 

"With  its  wild  and  shady  glens, 
'Tis  there  the  dashing  waterfall 
Majestic  beauty  lends. 

3  I  love  the  west,  the  glorious  west, 

"With  its  rivers  old  and  grand — 
Its  silvery  lakes  which  proudly  bear 
The  freight  of  many  a  land. 

4  I  love  the  west,  the  beauteous  west, 

"With  its  prairies  broad  and  free  ; 

The  heart  with  purest  rapture  dwells, 

As  W2  gaze  on  the  flowery  sea. 


88  LEB   AVENUE    COLLECTION. 

6  I  love  the  west,  the  sunny  west, 

With  its  green  hills  and  its  flowers, 
Its  verdant  plains  and  smihng  groves,  Sr 

"Where  the  wild  vine  weaves  its  bowera.        '.'' 

6  I  love  the  west  the  far-off  west ; 
For  my  home  and  heart  are  there ; 
May  heaven's  blessings  on  us  rest, 
Is  my  humble,  ardent  prayer. 


W 


88.  The  Woods. 

AJpme  Glee  Singer,  4S.      kl 

row  charming  are  the  woods, 
The  verdant,  shady  woods ; 
The  trees  with  their  leaves  all  in  motion, 
Hum  sweet  as  the  murmuring  ocean. 
They're  murmuring  in  the  woods. 
The  verdant,  shady  woods ! 

Hallo  1  hal-lol  hal-lol  hal-lo, 

How  charming  are  the  woods, 

The  verdant,  shady  woods  1 
The  tree-tops  bow  down  with  a  greeting, 
As  if  to  rejoice  in  the  meeting, 

The  meeting  in  airy  woods. 

In  verdant,  shady  woods. 
Hallo  I  &c. 

How  clear  our  voices  swell, 
In  verdant,  shady  woods  I 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  89 

And  hark  !  how  the  echoes  are  ringing 
They  give  back  the  words  we  are  singing, 

Are  singing  in  airy  woods, 

In  verdant,  shady  woods. 
Hallo  1  &c. 


89. 


We  are  Brothers. 

Robia  Red  Breast,  .8 

1  ^J^  are  brothers,  we  are  brothers, 

'      To  one  goal  our  footsteps  tend ; 
Then  as  through  life's  paths  we  wander, 

Let  us  be  each  other's  friend. 
What  though  tempests  dark  assail  us? 

What  though  thorns  infest  our  path? 
Our  brave  hearts  will  never  fail  us, 

Heedless  of  the  tempest's  wrath. 

2  We  are  brothers,  we  are  brothers, 

Wanderers  in  this  world  of  care. 
Many,  many  are  our  sorrows. 

Yet  we  never  will  despair. 
We  will  hope,  and  hope  forever, 

For  a  brighter,  sunnier  day, 
When  the  clouds  which  round  us  gather 

All  will  melt  and  pass  away, 

3  We  are  brothers,  we  are  brothers, 

Pilgrim  wanderers  are  we  here  ; 
Let  us  then  with  words  of  gladness 
Strive  our  pathway  lone  to  cheer. 


90 


LEE  AYEXUE   COLLECTION 

One  bright  star  is  ever  shining 
In  tlie  fair,  or  cheerless  skj, 

And  that  star  knows  no  dechning — 
Hope's  bright  star  will  never  die. 


BO.  Joy  is  Sounding. 

Metropolitan  Glee  Book,  149, 

1  TOY  is  sounding,  lightly  bounding, 

"      Through  the  free  air  far  and  near ; 
Now  in  fragrant  meadows  wantl'ring, 

View  we  nature  ever  fair. 
Mild  and  clear  the  fair  blue  heaven 

Spreads  above  the  painted  held ; 
Gently  ripple,  limpid  waters, 

Once  with  blast  of  winter  chilled. 

2  Humming,  busy,  honey-laden, 

Roams  the  bee  from  flower  to  flower, 
"When  bright  petals  ope  inviting. 

Sweeter  from  the  summer  shower. 
Yes,  'tis  fair,  this  earth,  and  smiling, 

Ercsh  as  from  its  Maker's  hand  ; 
Eavored  man,  to  whom  'tis  given, 

Let  your  grateful  songs  ascend. 


91»  "  Home,  Sweet  Home." 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  10. 

1  'MID  pleasures  and  palaces  though  we  may  roam, 
■^-*-     Be  it  ever  so  humble,  there's  no  place  like 
home- 


LEE  AVENUE  COLLECTION.  91 

A  charm  from  the  skies  seems  to  hallow  us  there, 
Which  seek  through  the  world,  is  ne'er  met  with 
elsewhere. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Be  it  ever  so  humble,  there's  no  place  like 
home. 

2  An  exile  from  home,  splendor  dnzzles  in  vain ; 
Oh  I  give  me  my  lowly  tliatched  cottage  again— 
The  birds  singiug  gayly,  that  came  at  my  call ; 
Oh  I  give  me  that  peace  of  mind,  dearer  than  alL 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  &c. 


B2.  The  Singers. 

Metropolitan  Glee  Book,  190. 

1  A  JOYOUS,  gay,  and  happy  band, 

United  fast  and  long, 
Th'  emotions  of  our  blithesome  hearts. 
Break  forth  in  joyous  song  ; 

Then  join  us,  comrades,  while  we  sing^ 

Swell  out  the  choral  throng. 
Let  friendship  true,  and  peace  and  love, 
Burst  forth  in  joyous  song. 

2  "Whatever  thoughts  our  bosoms  swell, 

Of  sorrow  or  delight, 
Burst  forth  in  warm  spontaneous  song, 
That  swell  to  heaven's  height. 
Then  join,  &c. 


92  LEE  AYEXUE   COLLECnON. 

3  On  lofty  mountain  peaks  we  sing, 

In  rocky  vales  profound 
The  aged  pines  in  forests  shades, 
Shake  at  the  echoing  sound. 
Then  join,  &c. 

4  And  when  the  sun  goes  slowly  down, 

And  stars  peep  forth  at  even, 
Then  full  and  high  our  voices  swell, 
In  songs  addressed  to  heaven. 
Tnenjoin,  &c. 


93. 


The  Patriotic  Band. 

Metropolitan  Glee  Book,  194, 

1  "DEAT  high,  ye  hearts  of  gen' r,>us  mould, 

Ye  hearts  that  love  your  nation's  glory, 
And  prize  her  honor  more  then  gold, 
And  burn  with  pride  whene'er  is  told, 
Sweet  freedom's  gladd'uing  story. 

2  Ye  are  your  country's  noble  boast. 

The  sons  she  loves  to  cherish  ; 
Her  tower  of  strength,  her  mighty  host, 
Whom  coming  time  shall  honor  most, 

When  others'  fame  shall  perish. 

3  Break  forth  in  songs,  my  native  band, 

And  tell  what  smiles  attend  thee  ; 
Thy  glorious  tower  shall  firmly  stand, 
For  'midst  thee  dwells  a  noble  band, 

Who'll  ever  well  defend  thee. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  93 

Hurrah  for  Holiday. 

Bradbury's  Singing  Bird,  141. 

1  nURRAHI  Imrrahl  for  holiday; 

And  if  we  have  wisely  spent 
All  the  hours  for  study  meant, 

We  can  gayly,  gayly  play, 

And  no  bird  will  be  more  gay, 

And  no  bird  will  be  more  gay. 

Hurrah !  hurrah !  hurrah  !  for  holiday, 
Hurrah !  hurrah  I  hurrah !  for  holiday. 

2  Hurrah  1  hurrah  !  for  holiday ; 

Such  as  always  idly  range. 

Find  a  holiday  no  change  ; 
Hating  work,  and  tired  of  play, 
What  are  such  men  fit  for,  say  ? 
Brother,  this  is  holiday. 
Hurrah!  &c. 

3  Hurrah !  hurrah !  for  holiday ; 

Let  us  then  together  sing, 

Till  the  woods  and  valleys  ring. 

We  have  studied  day  by  day, 

Now  let's  have  a  holiday, 

Now  let's  have  a  holiday. 
Hurrah!  &c 


94 


LM!  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 


uO,  The  Mariner's  Return. 

Metropolitan  Glee  Bo-jk,  tSl. 

)   DULL  away,  boys !  steer  for  the  cove ! 

Yonder  lie  dreaming  the  hearts  that  we  love ; 
Let  us  now  banish  all  trouble  and  sorrow, 
"We  shall  have  cause  to  be  joyful  to-morrow; 
Glittering  moonbeams  bespangle  the  deep, 
O'er  the  wide  ocean  the  winds  are  asleep ; 
Yonder  lie  dreaming  the  hearts  that  we  love, 
Guttering  moonbeams  bespangle  the  deep, 
O'er  the  wild  ocean  the  winds  are  asleep ; 
Pull  away,  boys  I  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  95 

Storms  are  o'er,  and  land  is  in  sight, 
Calmly  wc  glide  through  the  waters  to-night ; 
To-moiTow  how  many  a  heart  will  be  leaping, 
Now  in  its  bosom  so  quietly  sleeping  ; 
Rowing  and  singiug  we  near  our  loved  shore, 
Joys  it  has  plenty,  for  seamen  in  store ; 
Calmly  we  glide  through  the  Vv'aters  to-night, 
Rowing  and  singing  we  near  our  loved  shore, 
Joys  it  has  plenty  for  seamen  in  store ; 
Pull  away,  boys !  &c. 


96.  Joys  of  Western  Life. 

Metropolitaa  Glee  Book,  84. 

1  T  LOVE  to  be  roaming  through  regions  of  life, 
*-     Where  enterprise  frolics  around; 
Where  emulous  spirits,  v/itl*  masterly  strife, 

Teach  Labor  his  merriest  bound ; 
Where  laughing  Contentment  with  sunburnt  face,  - 

Is  dallying,  sporting  with  Toil, 
And  mocking  old  Care  with  his  frowning  grimace. 
Draws  teeming  wealth  from  the  soil. 

My  music  at  night,  when  milking  is  done. 
The  spinning-wheel's  boom,  the   child- 
ren's gay  fan, 
The  swoop  of  the  night-hawk, 

The  clack  of  the  mill,  and  "whip-poor- 
will,  whip-poor-will." 

"i  ni  liie  to  the  land  where  such  spirits  reside, 
I'll  haste  to  the  lively  and  free ; 
Leave  fraud  and  suspicion  to  prowl  round  the  tide, 
And  fight  for  the  wrecks  of  the  sea; 


96  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

I'll  hie  to  the  land  where  in  newness  of  life, 

Blythe  Vigor  runs  liglitlj  along, 
And  laughingly  taking  the  venom  from  Strife, 

Exults  and  grows  ruddy  and  strong. 
My  music  at  night,  &c. 

3  They  babble  of  freedom  in  opulent  marts, 
They  prate  of  their  splendor  in  wealth ; 
But  sensitive  Liberty  always  departs. 

With  Modesty,  Temporauce,  and  Health ; 
Give  me  theu  a  cottage  where  iSTature  is  younft 

And  honest  Industry  resides, 
ril  laugh  at  each  glory  that  ever  was  sung. 
And  all  that  fools  covet  besides. 
My  music  at  night,  &c. 


"7.  Canadian  Boat-Song. 

Willer's  Musical  ElemonUry,  IM. 

1  PAINTLY  as  tolls  the  evening  chime, 

•*•      Our  voices  keep  tune,  and  our  oars  keep  time^ 
Soon  as  the  woods  on  shore  look  dim, 
We'll  cheerfully  sing  our  parting  hynin. 

Row,  brothers,  row,  the  stream  runs  fast. 

The  rapids  are  near,  and  the  daylight's  past. 

2  Why  should  we  yot  our  sails  unfurl  ? 

There's  not  a  breath  the  blue  wave  to  curL 
But  when  the  wind  blows  off  the  shore, 
Oh !  sweetly  we'll  rest  our  weary  oar. 
Row,  brothers,  row,  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  97 

98.  Oft  in  the  Stilly  Night. 

RobLa  Redbreast,  82. 

1  AFT  in  the  stilly  night, 

^     Ere  slumber's  cliain  hath  bound  me, 
Fond  memory  brings  the  light 

Of  other  days  around  me. 
The  smiles,  the  tears,  of  youthful  years, 

The  words  of  love  then  spoken  ; 
The  eyes  that  shone,  now  dimmed  and  gone, 
The  cheerful  hearts  now  broken. 
Thus,  in  the  stilly  night. 

Ere  slumber's  chain  hath  bound  me, 
Sad-  memory  brings  the  light 
Of  other  days  around  me. 

2  "When  I  remember  all, 

The  friends  so  linked  together, 
I've  seen  around  me  fall, 

Like  leaves  in  wintry  weather , 
I  feel  like  one,  who  treads  alone, 

Some  banquet-hall  deserted ; 
"Whose  lights  are  fled,  whose  garlands  dead, 

And  all  but  he  departed. 

Thus,  in  the  stilly  night,  &c. 


Softly  Fades  the  Twilight  Kay. 

Shawm,  SIS, 

COFTLY  fades  the  twilight  ray 
^      Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day ; 
Gently  as  hfe's  setting  sun, 
"When  the  Christian's  course  is  run 


'^8  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

2  Night  her  solemu  mantle  spreads 

O'er  the  earth,  as  dayHght  fades; 
All  things  tell  of  calm  repose, 
At  the  holy  Sabbath's  close. 

3  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad ; 

'Tis  the  holy  p3ace  of  God, 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within, 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 


10    .  Happy  Land. 

Robin  Redbreast,  48. 

1  TTA^PPYland!  happy  land! 

Wliato'er  ray  fate  in  hfe  may  be, 
Still  again,  still  again 

My  thoughts  will  cling  to  thee. 
Land  of  love  and  sunny  skies. 

Rich  in  joy  and  beauty, 
Merry  hearts  and  laughing  eyes 
Still  make  affection  duty. 

Happy  land !  happy  land ! 
Ne'er  from  thee  my  heart  can 
stray ; 
I  would  fain  hear  again 
Thy  merry  mountain  lay. 
Tra,  la,  la,  &c. 

2  Happy  land  I  happy  land ! 

Whate'er  my  fate  in  life  may  be, 
Still  again,  still  again. 

My  thoughts  will  cling  to  thee. 
Like  that  bird  of  love  and  song, 

Far  from  its  loved  dwelling, 
When  into  the  wild  air  flung, 

What  joy  its  note  is  telling  I 

Happy  laud !  happy  land  '  &c. 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  99 

Oh!  Merry  Goes  the  Time. 

Bi-adbury's  Singing  Bird,  169. 

1  rjH !  merry  goes  the  time 

^     When  the  heart  is  young, 
There  is  naught  too  hard  to  climb 

When  the  heart  is  young  ; 
A  spirit  of  dehght 

Scatters  roses  in  its  flight, 
And  there's  magic  in  the  night, 

"When  the  heart  is  young. 

2  But  weary  go  the  feet 

When  the  heart  is  old  ; 
Time  cometh  not  so  sweet 

When  the  heart  is  old ; 
From  all  that  smiled  and  shone 

There  is  something  lost  and  gone, 
And  our  friends  are  few  or  none, 
When  the  heart  is  old. 

3  Oh  !  sparkling  are  the  skies, 

When  the  heart  is  young ; 
There  is  bliss  in  beauty's  eyes 

When  the  heart  is  young ; 
Tne  golden  break  of  day, 

Bringeth  gladness  in  its  ray. 
And  every  month  is  May, 

When  the  heart  is  young. 

4  But  the  sun  is  setting  fast, 

When  the  heart  is  old  ; 
And  the  sky  is  overcast, 

When  the  heart  is  old ; 
Life's  worn  and  weary  bark 

Lies  tossing  wild  and  dark, 
And  the  star  hath  left  hope's  ark, 
When  the  heart  is  old. 


100  LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION. 


M- 


lO^Ot   My  Drink  shall  be  the  Flowing  Fountain. 

Anniversary  Hymaa,  8. 

'Y  drink  shall  be  the  flowing  fountain, 
Transparent,  sparkling,  cool,  and  pure, 
Fresh  from  the  cleft  of  rocky  mountain, 
For  fevered  heat  and  thirst  a  cure. 

Te  maddening  drinks,  begone  from  me, 
Wine,  -whiskey,  and  crambambuli, 

Crambam,  crambambuli,  crambambulL 

2  I  saw  a  sight  most  melancholy, 
A  drankard  in  the  public  way ; 
His  face  was  fire,  his  voice  was  folly ; 
There,  wallowing  like  a  swine,  he  lay. 
Ye  drinks  of  fools,  begone  from  me, 
G-in,  porter,  and  crambambuli 
Crambam,  &c. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  101 

Long  as  I  live,  the  thought  I'll  cherish, 
If  Heaven  vouchsafe  to  keep  me  free, 
Strong  drink  is  but  the  way  to  perish, 
Cold  water  is  the  drink  lor  me, 

Ye  murderous  drinks,  begone  from  me^ 
Beer,  brandy,  and  crambambuli. 
Crambam,  &c. 


Hear  the  Temperance  Call. 

Boys'  and  Gills'  SingiBg Book, 4). 

XTEAR  the  temperance  call, 

Freenien,  one  and  all  ; 
Hear  your  country's  earnest  cry ; 
See  your  native  land 
Life  its  beck'ning  hand  ; 
Sons  of  freedom,  come  ye  nigh, 

Chase  the  monster  from  our  shore, 
Let  his  cruel  reign  be  o'er. 

Leave  the  shop  and  farm. 

Leave  your  bright  hearths,  warm ; 
To  the  polls  the  land  to  save ; 

Let  your  leaders  be 

True  and  noble,  free, 
Pearless,  temperate,  good,,  and  brave ; 
Chase  the  monster,  &c. 

Hail !  our  father-land ; 

Here  thy  children  stand, 
AH  resolved,  united,  true; 

In  the  temperance  cause 

Ne'er  to  faint  or  pause. 
This  our  purpose  is  and  vow, 
Chase  the  monster.  &c. 


102  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION 

104.  Temperance  Call. 

ADniversary  Hynmi,  16. 

1  riHILDREN  all,  both  great  and  small, 
^     Answer  to  the  temperance  call ; 
Mary,  Margaret,  Jane  and  Sue 
Charlotte,  Ann,  and  Fanny  too, 

Cheerily,  heartily  come  along, 
Sign  our  pledge  and  sing  our  song. 

2  No  strong  drink  shall  pass  our  lips, 
He's  in  danger  who  but  sips. 
Come  then,  children,  one  and  all, 
Answer  to  the  temperance  call , 

.     Cheerily,  readily  come  along,  &c. 

3  "Where's  the  boy  that  would  not  shrink 
Prom  the  bondage  of  strong  drink  ? 
Come  then,  Joseph,  Charles  and  Tom, 
Henry,  Samuel,  James  and  Jolin  ; 

Cheerily,  eagerly  come  along,  &c. 

4  Who  have  misery,  want,  and  woe  ? 
All  who  to  the  bottle  go. 

We  resoh^e  their  road  to  shun, 
And  in  temperance  patlis  to  run. 

Cheerfully,  manfully  come  along,  &c 

5  Guod  cold  water  does  for  us  ; 

Costs  no  money ;  makes  none  worse ; 
Gives  no  bruises  ;  steals  no  brains ; 
Breeds  no  quarrels,  woes,  nor  pains. 
Readily,  joyfully  come  along,  &c 

6  Wlio  -wou'd  life  and  health  prolong  ? 
Who'd  be  happy,  wise,  and  strong  ? 


LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION.  103 

Let  alone  the  drunkard's  bane, 

Half-way  pledges  are  in  vain. 

Cheerfully,  joyfully,  you  and  you^ 
Sign  the  pledge  and  keep  it  too. 


105,  Pure  "Water  for  Me. 

Boys'  and  Girls'  Singing  Book,  100. 

1  COME  love  to  drink  from  the  foamy  brink, 
^  "Whore  the  wine-drop's  dance  they  see  ; 
But  the  water  bright,  in  its  silver  light, 

And  a  crystal  cup  for  me. 

0  water!  bright  water  I 
Pure,  precious,  free  I 
Yes,  'tis  water  bright  in  its  silver  light, 
And  a  crystal  cup  for  me. 

2  Oh  I  a  goodly  thing  is  the  cooling  spring, 

'Mong  the  rocks  where  the  moss  doth  grow  ; 
There's  health  in  the  tide,  and  there's  music  beside, 
In  the  brooklet's  bounding  flow. 
0  water!  &c. 

3  As  pure  as  heaven  is  the  water  given, 

"Tis  forever  fresh  and  new  ; 
Distilled  in  the  sky,  it  comes  from  on  high^ 
In  the  shower  and  the  gentle  dew. 
0  water !  «fcc. 

4  Let  them  say  'tis  weak,  yet  its  strength  I'll  seek, 

For  the  worn  rock  owns  its  sway ; 
And  we're  borne  swift  along  by  its  wing  so  strong, 
When  it  riseth  to  fly  away. 
0  water !  &c. 


104:  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

5  There  is  strength  in  the  glee  of  the  mighty  sea, 
When  tliG  loud,  stormy  wind  dot-h  blow ; 
And  a  fearful  sight  is  the  cataract's  might, 
As  it  leaps  to  the  depths  below. 
0  water !  &c. 


IUb«  Temperance  Song.  73  &  4a 

Boys'  anl  Girh'  Singing  Book,  38. 

1  pOilE  now,  every  girl  and  boy, 
^     Try,  try,  again  ; 
All  your  energies  employ, 

Try,  try,  again ; 
Total  abstinence  proclaim. 
Sign  the  pledge,  then  spread  the  same, 
Let  each  try  to  get  a  name ; 

Try,  try  again. 

2  Put  on  courage — never  tu*e ; 

Try,  try  again ; 
Let  the  cause  your  heart  inspire, 

Try,  try  again ; 
Raise  your  banner,  raise  it  high, 
For  recruits  then  loudly  cry  ; 
They  will  rally  by  and  by ; 

Try,  try  again. 

3  Don't  despair,  my  littlo  lad  1 

Try,  try  again ; 
Oft  at  tirst  one's  luck  is  bad — 

Try,  try  again ; 
What  if  a  repulse  you  get — 
Persevere,  you'll  prosper  yet. 
Then  your  toil  you'll  not  regret; 

Try,  try  again. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  105 

4  List  as  many  as  you  can — ■ 

Try,  try  again — 
On  the  safe  "teetotal"  plan; 

Try,  try  again; 
Soon  our  army  will  embrace 
All  the  lovers  of  our  race, 
And  vacant  be  the  drunkard's  place ; 

Try,  try  agam. 


The  WaterfaU. 

Air,  Blue  Juniatta. 

S.  S.  Concert  Hymns,  M. 

TIASTE  to  the  mountain  side, 
■^     When  the  woods  are  green ; 
Look  on  the  waterfall, 

In  the  morning's  sheen  ; 
Quit  the  flowing  bowl  and  come, 

No  more  the  sparkling  wine  to  taste. 
Up,  from  all  your  bacchanals, 
To  the  mountain  haste. 

Come  then,  unto  the  fount, 

Come  ye  all !  come  ye  all  1 
And  listen  while  ye  drmk, 
To  the  merry  waterfalL 

"Drink,  for  my  sparkling  tide 

Cools  the  fevered  brain ; 
The  wrinkled  brow  I  lave, 

And  'tis  smooth  again  ; 
Beauty's  foding  cheek  I  touch. 

And  on  it  blooms  the  rose  ere  long; 
"Weak  and  palsied  wash  in  me, 

And  again  are  strong." 
Come  then,  &c. 


106  LEB  AVENUE  COLLECTION:. 

108.  The  Bird's  Song. 

Sabbath-School  Concert  Hymns,  Tt. 

1  T  ASKED  a  swoet  robin,  one  morning  in  Maj, 
•*■    "Who  sung  in  the  apple  tree  over  the  way, 
What  'twas  she  was  singing  so  sweetly  about ; 
For  I'd  tried  a  long  time,  but  I  could  not  fmd  out ; 
"Why,  I'm  sure,"  she  replied,  "you  can  not  guess 

wrong, 
Don't  you  know  I  am  singing  a  temperance  song  ? 

2  "  Teetotal  I  oh  !  that's  the  first  word  of  my  lay,    ' 
And  then,  don't  you  see  how  I  rattled  away  ? 
'Twas  just  because  I  dipped  my  beak  in  the  spring, 
And  brushed  the  fair  face  of  the  lake  with  my 

wing; 
Cold  water !  cold  water  1  yes,  that  is  ray  song, 
And  I  love  to  keep  singing  it  all  the  day  long. 

3  "And  now,  my  sweet  Miss,  Vr'on't  you  give  m^ 

a  crumb. 
For  the  dear  little  nestlings  remaining  at  home  ; 
Artd  one  thing    beside,    since  my  story  you'vo 

heard — 
I  hope  you'll  remember  the  lay  of  the  bird, 
And  never  forget,  while  you  list  to  my  song. 
All  the  birds  to  the  cold  water  army  belong." 

109.  Crystal  Spring. 

JuTcnile  Songs,  114. 

1  rilVE  me  a  draught  from  tlio  crystal  spring, 
^     When  the  burning  sun  is  high. 
Where  the  rocks  and  the  woods  their  shadowa 
fling, 
And  the  pearls  and  the  pebbles  lie. 


LEE   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  lOT 

2  Grivo  me  a  draught  from  the  crystal  spring, 

When  the  cooling  breezes  blow, 
T/hen  the  leaves  of"  the  trees  are  withering, 
From  the  frost  or  the  fleecy  snow. 

3  Give  rae  .1  draught  from  the  crystal  spring, 

Wlicn  the  wintry  winds  are  gone, 
When  the  flowers  are  in  bloom,  and  the  echoes  ring 
From  the  woods,  o'er  the  verdant  lawn. 

4  Give  me  a  draught  from  the  crystal  spring, 

When  the  ripening  fruits  appear, 
Wlien  the  reapers  the  song  of  harvest  sing, 
And  plenty  has  crowned  the  year. 

6  Give  mo  a  draught  from  the  crystal  spring, 
And  the  Eamo  from  day  to  day; 
But  if  aught  from  the  worm  of  tho  still  you  briag^ . 
I  will  pour  every  drop  away. 


110.  0  Jerusalem!  fair  Dwelling.  P.IL. 

1  A  JERUSALEM!  fair  dwelling. 

^     Where  God's  praise  is  sounding  high, 
And  unnumbered  voices  swelling, 

Holy  !   holy  I  holy  I  cry, 
When  shall  I  to  that  bright  throng 
Of  thy  citizens  belong  ? 

2  Here,  amid  the  tents  of  strangers, 

I  my  cross  must  carry  still, 
Where  these  saints  once  went  through  dangers 

My  appointed  course  fulfill ; 
Here,  where  oft  my  strength  appears 
Melting  into  feeble  tears. 


108  I^E  AVENUE  COLLECTION. 

3  So  the  wish  grows  deeper,  fonder, 

Triend  of  souls !  thy  face  to  see, 
In  thy  pleasant  Salem,  yonder, 

Where  no  tear  nor  sigh  may  be. 
And  God's  presence  on  the  sight, 
Shines  in  pure,  unshadowed  Hght. 

4  Come,  then,  through  these  deserts  dreary, 

Lead  me,  Jesus,  by  the  hand  ; 
Lead  thy  pilgrim,  worn  and  weary, 

Home  to  his  loved  native  land, 
"Where  the  living  fountain  springs, 
That  perennial  comfort  brmgs.* 

5  Oh !  the  rest  thy  saints  inherit. 

Full  of  beauty,  full  of  bliss  1 
Would  that  I  had  wings  I  my  spirit 

Soon  would  leave  a  clime  like  this — 
To  the  bright-walled  city  soar. 
Which,  as  Sun,  G-od  shineth  o'er. 

6  But  if  I  must  longer  tarry 

On  Time's  dark  and  angry  sea. 
Where  my  bark  the  surges  carry 

On  through  tempest  driving  free. 
Oh  I  let  Hope  my  anchor  prove 
Moving  not  where  all  things  move  I 

t  This  unswerving  trust  I  cherish, 
Cbrist,  my  help,  is  ever  nigh ; 
Ship  of  his  can  never  perish, 

Though  the  waves  be  wild  and  high  j 
Sail  may  rend,  and  mast  may  break^ 
God  will  not  his  own  forsake  1 


LEE    AYEXUE    COLLECTION.  109 

111,  The  Old  Oaken  Bucket. 

Wililer's  Musical  Elementary,  118. 

1  TTO^"  <ie^r  to  this  heart  are  the  scenes  of  my 

childhood, 
When  fond  recollection  presents  them  to  view  ! 
The  orchard,  the  meadow,  the  deep-tangled  wild 
wood, 
And  every  loved  spot  which  my  infancy  knew, 
The  wide-spreading   pond,   and    the   miU  which 
stood  by  it, 
The  bridge,  and  the  rock  where  the  cataract  fell ; 
The  cot  of  my  father's,  the  dairy-house  nigh  it, 
And  e'en  the  rude  bucket  which  hung  in  the 
w^ell. 

The  old  oaken  bucket, 
The  iron-bound  bucket, 
The  moss-covered  bucket, 
Which  hung  in  the  w^ell. 

2  That  moss-cohered  vessel  I  hail  as  a  treasure, 

For  often  at  noon,  when  returned  from  the  field, 
1  found  it  the  source  of  an  exquisite  pleasure. 

The  purest  and  sweetest  that  nature  can  yield : 
How  ardent   I  seized  it,  with  hands  that  were 
glowing, 

And  quick  to  the  white-pebbled  bottom  it  fell ; 
Then  soon,  with  the  emblem  of  truth  overflowing, 
And  dripping  vrith  coldness,  it  rose  from  the 
well. 

The  old  oaken  bucket, 
The  iron-bound  bucket, 
The  moss-covered  bucket, 
Arose  from  the  well. 


no  LES  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

i>  How  tswoet  from  the  green,  mossy  brim  to  receive 
it, 
As  poised  on  the  curb,  it  inclined  to  my  lips  I 
Not  a  full,  blusMng  goblet,  could  tompt  me  to 
leave  it, 
Though  filled  with  the  nectar  that  Jupiter  sips  . 
And   now,    far   removed  from   the  homo   of  my 
childhood, 
The  tear  of  regret  will  intrusively  swell, 
As  fancy  rcverls  to  the  mead  and  the  wild-wood. 
And  siglis  for  tlic  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 
The  old  oaken  bucket, 
The  iroa-bound  bucket, 
The  mo3S-covered  bucket, 
Tliat  huug  in  the  well. 


112.  Sparkling  and  Bright. 

School  Simmer,  IW. 

1  CPARKLING  and  bright,  in  its  liquid  light, 
^     Is  the  water  in  cur  glasses ; 

'Twill  give  you  health,  'twdl  give  you  wealth, 

Ye  lads  and  rosy  lasses  ; 
Oh  !  then,  resign  your  ruby  wine. 

Each  smiling  son  and  daughter; 
There's  nothing  so  good  for  the  youthful  blood, 

Or  sv«-eet  as  the  sparkling  water. 
Oh !  then  resign,  &c 

2  Better  than  gold  is  the  water  cold, 

From  the  crystal  fountain  flowing  ; 
A  calm  delight  both  day  and  night, 
To  happy  hom.es  bestowing. 

Oh  !  then  resign,  &c. 


LEE   ArEXUE   COLLECTION.  HI 

3  Son-ow  has  fled  from  the  heart  that  bled ; 
Of  the  weeping  wife  and  mother; 
They've  given  up  the  poisoned  cup — 
Son,  husband,  daughter,  brother. 
Oh  !  then  resign,  &c. 


T' 


U3.         Oh !  that's  the  Drink  for  SEe. 

Sabbath-Scbool  Coacert  Hymna,  i% 

'HE  drink  that's  in  the  drunkard's  bowl 
Is  not  the  drink  for  me  ; 
It  kills  his  body  and  his  soul ; 

How  sad  a  sight  is  he  1 
But  there's  a  drink  that  God  has  gi^en, 
Distilling  in  the  showers  of  heaven, 
In  measures  large  and  free ; 
Oh !  that's  the  drink  for  me. 

2  The  stream  that  many  prize  so  high 
Is  not  the  stream  for  me  ; 

For  he  who  drinks  it  still  is  dry — 

Forever  dry  he'll  be  ; 
But  there's  a  stream  so  cool  and  clear, 
The  thirsty  traveller  lingers  near  ; 

Refreshed  and  glad  is  he; 

Oh  1  that's  the  stream  for  me. 

3  The  wine  cup  that  so  many  prize 
Is  not  the  cup  for  me  ; 

The  aching  head,  the  bloated  face, 

In  its  sad  train  I  see ; 
But  there's  a  cup  of  water  pure, 

And  he  who  drinks  it  may  be  sure 
Of  health  and  length  of  days ; 
Oh  !  that's  the  cup  for  me. 


112  LEE  AVENUE   COLLECTION. 

114.  The  Sliming  Shore. 

Sabbath  Bell. 

1  MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 

"Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 

Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

For  oh  !  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  "We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  distant  home  discerning  ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

For  oh  1  we  stand,  &c. 

3  Should  coming  days  bo  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing  ; 
That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest, 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 
For  oh !  we  stand,  &c. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Fach  chord  on  earth  to  sever ; 
Our  King  says,  Come  !  and  there's  our  home, 
Forever — oh  I  forever. 

For  oh !  we  stand,  &c. 


AVENUE  COLLECTION.  113 


ROUNDS. 

Juvenile  Songa,  41 

CCHOOL  is  open,  take  your  places, 

At  the  ringing  of  the  beU : 
Joyful  hearts  and  smiling  faces, 

Take  your  books  and  study  -u-elL 
Hush !  every  scholar,  hush !  hush ! 
Every  scholar,  hush ! 


Juvenile  Songs,  11 

I^HEERILY,  cheerily  sound  the  strain, 
^     Happily,  happily  meet  again, 
All,  all,  great  and  small. 


Jurenile  Songs,  ISU 

TIE  that  from  th'  o'erflowing  bowl, 
-*-*•     Seeks  for  recreation, 
Finds  debasement  of  the  soul, 
Sinks  in  reputation  ; 
Ruins  health. 
Loses  wealth. 
Scatters  desolation,  lation. 


114  LEE  AVEXUE  COLLECTIOH. 


SingicgBird,  & 

IF  a  -weary  task  you  find  it, 

■■■    Persevere,  and  never  mind  it. 

Never,  never  mind  it,  never,  never  mind  it» 


5. 


6. 


7. 


Jnvenilo  SoDgj,  4U 

CEEK  from  the  skies, 
^    Virtue's  fair  prize  :  ^ 
In  life's  youthful  morning. 
Every  grace  adorning, 
Search  for  hidden  treasures, 
Shun  forbidden  pleasures. 


JnvenUe  Songs,  4U 

TIME,  a  smooth,  deceitful  stream, 

Ever  onward  flovirs ; 
Life,  a  fond  delusive  dream, 

Hastens  to  a  close. 
Pure  religion's  heavenly  beam 

Guides  to  sweet  repose. 


Jurenile  Song*,  1%, 

T  ET  US  chant  the  evening  song, 
^     And  the  joyous  notes  prolong, 
Sing  the  round,  sweU  the  song. 


LEB   AVENUE   COLLECTION.  115 

8,  Day  is  Gone. 

School  Singer,  40. 

DAY  is  gone, 
Kiglit  has  come. 
"When  the  day  of  life  is  flown, 
Heaven  be  our  home. 


q 

*'•  School  Singer,  so. 

EARLY  to  bed,  and  early  to  rise,  ^ 

Is  the  way  to  be  healthy,  and  wealthy,  and  wise. 


10.  Come,  Girls,  Como. 

School  Singer,  lA. 

COME,  gu-ls,  come, 
Sing  us  a  song  ; 
One  that's  sweet,  and 
Not  too  long. 


IL  Parting.  School  Sing«,nt. 

DEAR  brothers,  farewell. 
Heaven  guide  you  safely  home 
Kind  friends  all  fare  welL 


Iititv-  ai  lirst  fim  in  |art  fhirt. 


7Ae  numbers  refer  to  t7is  pages  in  the  look. 

Adieu,  adieu,  father  Winter  Paid, '^^4? 

A  joyous,  gay,  and  liappv  band 9I 

Ail  hail  happy  day,  thui  speak'st  our  nation -3  "doVv  ' " ' '  n 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory ^      ^'""  c^j 

Are  the  stars  on  our  banner  less  briiiianVto-'dav, 14 

A«  m  the  open  field  I  strayed '.  56 

A  song  for  the  day  beaming  o'er  us, . '. '. f,c) 

A  song  for  the  oak,  the  brave  old  oak,'.'.".'.' .   '.. s'r, 

A  sonic  for  our  banner,  the  watchword  recall, 13 

Assembled  in  our  school  once  more. ...         '   C4 

A  sweet  little  maiden  awoke  from  her  Vliimbers 47 

Awake  the  song  of  merry  greeting,...                  ' 44 

Away  with  your  slumbers,  the  bright  morning'ski'e'*', .' .' .' .'  40 

Beat  high,  ye  hearts  of  generous  mould,  .  qo 

Be  happy  and  good, go 

Brightly,  brightly  gleam  the  spa'rkiing'r'i'lk .' .' .' '.'.'.'.'.'.'..  \\    4(j 

Charming  little  vallev, 00 

Cfaeerii.v,  cheerily  sound  the  strain, '.'. i<> 

Children  all,  both  great  and  small, o 

Clasp  hand  in  hand  like  brothers, "..'.'.".'.'.' 49 

Come,  come  to  the  woodland,  come  awav 4.5 

Come,  girls,  come '     ,5 

Come,  join  our  celebration. . .' "4 

C&me  now,  every  boy  and  girl, '.'.','.'. .' i'o4 

Come  one  and  all,  around  me  stand, 18 

Come  out,  come  out,  this  wintry  day, . . .'.'.'.'.'.', '.\\\ \ * " * ' *  30 

Day  is  gone ,k 

l->ear  brothers,  farewell, .' .' .' ." .' .' .'  W. ... ..['.'.'.'.,"  [ ' ." ."  * " ' ."     15 

Early  to  bed,  and  early  to  rise, 15 

Ever  choose  it .......     .         6U 


INDEX   OF   FIB5T   LINES   IN   PART   THIRD.         117 

PaGH 

Faintly  as  tolls  the  evening  chime, 96 

Freedom's  sons,  come  join  the  chorus, o-- 

Give  me  a  draught  from  the  crystal  spring, 6 

nail.  Columbia!  happy  land,^. 2.? 

Ilappv  land,  happy  land So 

Hark'!  hark  the  notes  of  joy, 6fa 

Haste  to  the  mountain  side, T^'^^ 

TIear  the  temperance  call 101 

ne  that  from  th'  overflowing  bowl, 113 

Tlidier.  hitrlier  will  we  climb, 1 

]Iow  charming  are  the  woods, SS 

How  dear  to  my  heart  are  the  scenes  of  my  childhood, . . ,  lOU 

How  pleasant  here  each  week  to  meet, 9 

Hurrah,  hurrah  for  holiday, ■ 9o 

I  asked  a  sweet  robin  one  morning  in  May, 106 

I  covet  not  the  miser's  wealth, 48 

If  a  weary  task  you  find  it 1* 

I  knew  awidow  very  poor, ^2. 

T  love  the  west,  the  gallant  west, »T 

I  love  tliy  fair  and  verdant  hills, 62 

I  love  the  merry,  merry  sunshine, 86 

I  love  the  merry  ringing, SI 

I  love  to  be  roaming  through  regions  of  life, fll 

In  flakes  of  a  feathery  white, SJ 

In  the  wild  chamois  track  at  the  breaking  of  day, 2o 

I've  been  sitting  by  the  hillside, SO 

I've  roamed  over  mountain,  I've  crossed  over  flood, 15 

Jov  is  sounding,  lichtly  bounding, 90 

Joyful  hail  the  jubilee  of  earth, 73 

Land  of  our  fathers,  wherever  we  roam, 25 

Letns  chant  the  evening  song, 14 

Lightly  row, 61 

Little  "cooling  meadow  spring, So 

Loud  raise  the  peal  of  gladness, 6i> 

May  comes  laughing  o'er  the  plain, 38 

Merrily  every  bosom  boundeth, 16 

Merrilv  every  heart  is  bounding, S 

Mid  pleasures  and  palaces,  though  we  may  roam, 90 


118 


I-VDEX    OF  FIRST  LIJ^   m  PART  THIRD. 


Mother,  IVe  heen  to  see  the  flower  ^-^1" 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by  ^ 

My  drink  shall  be  the  flowing  fountoin',  ;.■;;;: ! .' ! ! ! ! !  ] ! ;  ]  ]  IJ5 


?fow  hearts  and  hands  their 


strengtli  uniting, -.> 


Of  late  so  brightly  clo^vipa 

Oft  in  the  stilly  night,.   _;; 51 


Oh  !  merry  goes  Ihe  time.  28 


Oh !  say  can>ou  tell  by  the'd;;vn'VearlVVi^ht ?? 

8S!  S^l5rci7^s;^'^-^-^th.e;:-::::::;:  II 

On  Alpine  heights  the  lovl of  God'iVsh^d ^2J 

Our  stern  forefathers  were  not  like    .          ^ 

' 83 

Pull  away,  boys,  steer  for  the  coto ai 

School  is  open,  take  your  places, , , „ 

beek  from  the  skies,  ..                       • 113 

See  the  rising  generation"  .* ,' 11"* 

bingl  gayly  sing! 5 

Hng,  oh  I  sing  a  song  of  ciadnes's ^ 

Sing  one  and  all  witggratWSl, H 

So  It  goes  with  idlers,  they're  ]an<rhf.A  Vt"}'^  '  n ^^ 

i^rLlr;^",^""^^--'^"f'^^^^^^^^     ill 

bparkhr.g  and  bright  in  the  liquid  ji-ht       ,^?'^ 

Btar  of  peace!  to  wanderers  weary, . ..!.;; ." .' ;; ; ^^J 

Th!  I"'-^S'^'  '^•''''^'  ^^^^^ed  high, .... 

The  brtght  flag  of  America,...!     I? 

The  bright,  rosy  morn  in -r, ^3 

?hl^'i"''  ^^^i""^  '"  ^^«  .ir-unkaM-Vbowi 1  ?? 

The.es  a  good  time  coming,  boys,.          ' ^^l 

The  good  .ind  the  kind,.                ' <5 

The  rose  that  all  are  praising','. J^ 

This  dav  to  srreet,                      52 

Time  a  smooth,  dect.u'fal'str'eam','. ■.'.;■.■. ?J 

I'S  praise  and  adoration                            •^* 

' 29 


DJDKX    OF   FIRST   LINES   L\    PART   THIRD.  119 

Pack 

To  own  his  gracionscare 77 

To  the  Sunday-school  we're  going, . .  .• 75 

Up  and  down  all  day  long,  32 

Up  and  down,  o'er  hill  and  meads 44 

Up  the  hills  on  a  bright  sunny  morn, 10 

Wate  and  sing !  brother,  sing ! 8 

We  are  brothers,  we  are  brothers, 89 

We  children  gathered  here 78 

We  come,  we  come,  a  little  band 60 

We  come  with  hearts  of  gladness, 20 

We  love  it,  we  love  it,  and  who  shall  dare 51) 

We  rise,  dear  friend-!,  with  true  delight 79 

We  sons  of  the  mountains  are  happy  and  free, 84 

We  will  not  blush  for  poverty 67 

When  life  is  full  of  healtii  and  glee 70 

With  hundred  thousand  voices  cry, 4 

With  songs  of  rejoicing,  hosannas,  and  praise, 74 


APPENDIX. 
»•-* 

BRIEF    HISTORY 

OF  THE 
AND 

SABBATH-SCHOOL,  BROOKLYN. 


Eaklt  in  the  sprin^  of  1S53,  it  was  proposed  to  establish 
a  Reformed  Dutch  Church  near  where  the  present  Chapel 
now  stands.  The  proposition  met  with  favor,  and  the 
Bervices  of  the  Rev.  "Wm.  "W.  Halloway  having  been  secured, 
and  a  small  cottage*,  situated  ou  the  corner  of  Hewea 
etreet  and  Bedford  avenue  obtained,  in  which  to  wor- 
ship, a  meeting  was  held  on  the  third  Sabbath  in  May,  1853, 
for  the  purpose  of  organizing  the  Church  and  Sabbath-school. 
The  attendance  was  very  small ;  8  scholars  and  3  teachers 
composed  the  Sunday-school,  and  the  congregation  did  not 
exceed  15  persons.  The  neighborhood  was  very  sparsely  set- 
tled, scarce  a  dwelling  was  to  be  seen,  on  every  side  open  fields 
cultivated  by  market-gardeners  met  the  eye.  The  prospectf 
were  discouraging,  yet  the  little  band,  who  weekly  assembled 


^22  APPENDIX. 


«m  the  Sabbath  day,  with  a  devoted  pastor  afc  their  head,  r©- 
solved  to  persevere,  to  trust  in  God,  and  go  on  with  the  work. 
A  location  for  a  church  edifice  was  soon  sricured,  and  suffi- 
cient funds  subscribed  to  warrant  the  commencement  of  tho 
Chapel,  represented  by  view  No.  2.     The  building  was  <om. 
menced  on  the  first  day  of  June,  1853,  the  corner-stone  waa 
laid  with  appropriate  ceremonies  by  Benj.  D.  Silliman,  Esq.. 
on  the  8d  day  of  the  succeeding  August,  and  it  was  completed 
Rud  dedicated  for  divine  worship  on  the  second  Sabbath  of 
April,  lS5i.    The  average  aticad::ncc,  both  at  the  church  and 
Sabbath-school  at  this  time  was  by  no  means  large ;  50  per- 
sons composed  the  former,  and  about  the   same  number  of 
echolars,  with  8    teacher?,  the   latter.      The   increase  pre- 
vious to  the  winter  of  1S51,  was  very  limited,  after  which 
time  both  the  congregation  and  Sabbath-school  grew  with 
astonishing  rapidity  ;  so  much  so,  that  on  the  first  dav  of  Jan- 
uary, 1S5G,  TOO  scholars  and  SO  teachers  were  enrolled  on 
tlie  Sabbath-school  register,  and  it  was  with  difficulty  that 
the  congregation  could  be  comfortably  seated  during  the 
church  services.    An  enlargement  had  now  become  absolutely ' 
necessary,  and  the  trustees  were  requested  by  the  Consistory 
to  procure  plans,  &c.,  to  meet  the  growing  wants  of  the  people. 
After  much  thought  and  study,  the  one  represented  by  view  No. 
3  was  adopted.  The  worl:  was  immediately  commenced,  and  th« 
beautiful  building,  as  it  now  stands,  was  completed,  and  re- 
opened  with  appropriate  services  by  the  pastor  on  the  Sth  day 
of  September,  1S56.    At  the  present  time,  Jan.  1st,  1357,  op- 
wards  of  1000  scholars  and  115  teachers  are  enrolled  on  the 
SAbbath-school  register,  with  an  average  attendance  of  about 
<W0  of  tb€  former  and  90  of  the  latter. 


APPENDEC  1'23 


MOTTOES    OF   THE    SCHOOL. 

To  do  nothing  but  \7hat  is  worth  doing,  and  to  do  erery  thing 
«iat  is  attempted,  well. 

Punctuality  to  the  minute. 

System  in  every  arrangement. 

A  place  for  every  thing,  and  every  thing  in  its  place. 

Sociability,  love,  and  friendship  among  teachers  and 
scholars. 

Aiming,  with  the  help  of  God,  to  accomplish  much,  but 
thankful  for  the  least  success. 

Progress,  charity,  affection,  sympathy,  humility. 

Onward  and  upward. 

SCHOLARS'   PLATFORM. 

PRIMARY  PRINCIPLES. 

EvEEY  waking  moment  of  our  lives  is  filled  up  with  mental 
or  moral  acts. 

"Irrevocable"'  is  written  upon  all  our  acts  when  once  they 
are  performed ;  neither  in  time  nor  in  eternity  can  they  be 
made  more  or  less. 

Every  part  or  faculty  is  strengthened  by  exercise. 

Attention  is  the  price  paid  for  all  knowledge. 

Early  rising  and  punctuality  save  valuable  time,  and  thus 
increase  our  means  of  happiness  and  knowledge. 

Temperance  and  exercise  preserve  health  and  prolong  life. 

Industry  is  a  moral  obligation  resting  upon  every  human 
being. 

Virtue  is  true  happiness ;  excellence,  true  boautj. 

scholars'  mottoes. 

I  must  try  to  come  to  school  every  Sabbath. 

I  must  respect  and  obey  my  teacher. 

I  must  always  speak  the  truth. 

I  must  learn  to  govern  myself. 

I  must  be  careful  of  my  books. 

I  must  learn  to  think. 

I  must  grow  wiser  and  better  every  day. 

I  must  always  try,  and  never  say  I  can't, 

I  must  respect  myself. 

I  most  respect  my  parents. 

I  most  treat  aged  people  with  marked  raspocL 


1 24  APPENDIX.  I 

I  must  learn  to   be  amiable,  affectionate,  attentive,  bene-  J 
volent,  conscientious,  consistent,  disinterested,  frank,  forgiv-  ■ 
ing,  grateful,  generous,  humane,  humble,  honorable,  modest,  J 
mannerly,  obedient,  punctual,  patient,  sincere,  studious,  virtU' 
•us,  remembering  that 

"  Virtue  alone  outlives  the  pyramids ;  , 

Her  monuments  shall  stand  when  Egypt's  fall.* 


THE    CHARACTER    OP    GOOD    SABBATH 
SCHOLARS. 

1.  TiTEY  remember  the  Sabbath  day  to  keep  it  holy,  at  hom« 
and  by  the  way,  in  the  house  of  God  and  iq  the  school. 

2.  They  always  endeavor  to  be  at  school  in  good  time,  that 
they  may  join  in  the  opening  exercises. 

3.  When  they  reach  the  school-room,  they  do  not  loiter 
by  the  door  ;  they  go  directly  in  and  walk  E-iftly  to  their  scats. 

4.  During  prayer  they  reverently  bow  their  heads,  close 
their  eyes,  fold  their  arms,  and  maintain  a  perfect  silence, 

5.  They  learn  their  lessons  perfectly,  repeat  them  softly  yet 
distinctly,  and  improve  all  their  time  to  the  best  possible  ad- 
vantage. 

6.  They  are  orderly  in  their  posture,  they  are  strictly  ob- 
Fervant  of  the  rules  of  the  school.  They  stop  when  the  beil 
rings,  though  it  be  in  the  midst  of  a  sentence. 

7.  They  are  quiet,  serious,  and  attentive  during  all  the  ex- 
ercises. 

8.  They  promote  as  far  as  possible  the  comfort,  happiness, 
and  improvement  of  others. 

9.  They  are  obedient  and  submissive  to  their  parents  and 
teachers. 

10.  They  arc  truthful,  honest,  and  obliging  to  all  around 
them. 

11.  They  attend  the  regular  services  of  the  house  of  God 
They  behave  well  while  there,  and  in  going  to  and  from  that 
gacred  place. 

12.  Tviey  never  quit  their  seats,  either  in  the  school  or  in 
he  church,  without  the  consent  of  their  teacher  or  superin- 
tendent, until  regularly  dismissed. 

13.  After  the  exercises  of  the  school,  or  the  servicas  of  tho 
thurch  are  over,  they  leave  immediately  for  their  homes  la  a 
^uiet  and  orderly  manner. 


APPEXDIX.  125 

i4.  They  attend  all  the  regular  Sabbath-school  meetinga^ 
especially  the  Sunday-school  concert  for  prayer. 

15.  They  use  every  effort  in  their  power  to  persuade  the 
children  in  the  neighborhood,  that  do  not  enjoy  the  advan- 
tages of  Sabbath-school  instruction,  to  attend  and  unite  theco- 
selves  with  their  schooL 

16.  If  they  know  of  any  of  their  school-mates  or  class-mates 
that  are  sick  or  in  destitute  circumstances,  they  at  once  in- 
form their  teacher  or  superintendent. 

17.  They  endeavor  by  all  possible  means  to  persuade  their 
parents,  guardians,  and  friends  to  attend  the  services  of  the 
house  of  God,  and  to  accompany  them  to  all  the  regular 
Sunday-school  meetings. 

18.  They  love  God  and  keep  his  commandments,  praying  to 
him  daily,  giving  their  hearts  wholly  to  him,  and  studying  big 
Holy  Word  day  by  day. 

Should  every  scholar  faithfully  comply  with  and  perform 
these  rules,  how  seldom  would  an  act  of  censure  be  necessary. 
How  delightful  a  place  would  the  Sabbath-school  become. 
How  pleasant  would  be  the  employment  of  the  teacher,  and 
with  what  alacrity  would  all  the  scholars  resort  to  school  and 
engage  in  their  duties,  if  all  were  aiming  to  discharge  tliese 
duties  to  the  best  of  their  ability. 


LEGH    RICHMOND'S    COUNSELS    TO    HIS 
CHILDREN. 

1.  Adhere  most  scrupulously  to  truth ;  and  labor  to  pre- 
serve the  strictest  integrity,  simplicity,  and  sinceiltr. 

2.  Engage  in  no  pursuit  in  which  you  can  not  look  up  t« 
God  and  say,  "  Bless  me  in  this,  0  my  Father  !" 

3.  Strive  to  be  as  kind,  forbearing,  and  forgiving  as  you 
can,  both  to  your  friends  and  foes. 

4.  Never  speak  evil  of  any  one,  on  any  pretense  whatever. 

5.  Recommend  religion  by  the  courtesy,  civility,  and  coa- 
descending  character  of  your  conduct. 

6.  Never  allow  others  to  speak  well  of  you ;  nor,  especially 
yourself,  to  say  or  think  any  thing  of  yourself  but  as  poorly 
done.  Keep  down  pride  :  let  it  not  be  indulged  in  for  a  mo- 
ment, and  watch  against  it. 

T.  Alwaja  think  before  you  speak. 


126  APPENDIX. 

8.  i.et  it  be  your  solo  business  here  to  prepare  for  eternity. 
Consider  every  moment  of  time  in  that  view. 

9.  Be  constant  in  private  prayer, 

10.  Pray  that  you  may  ever  rejoice  in  the  advancement  of 
Christ's  kingdom  and  the  salvation  of  sinners,  and  labor  in 
every  way  to  promote  these  objects. 

11.  Prayer  is  the  only  weapon  which  can  subdue  your  cor- 
ruptions, and  keep  your  evidence  bright.    Cultivate  prayer. 

A  careful  review  before  retiring  to  rest  at  night  of  all  that 
has  been  said  and  done  during  the  day,  can  not  be  too 
earnestly  recommended.  How  profitable  would.be  the  thought- 
ful nightly  recitation  of  the  lollowing  beautiful  lines  of  lh« 
Grecian  poet : 

"Let  no  soft  slumber  close  mine  eyes, 
Ere  I  have  recollected  thrice 
The  train  of  actions  through  the  day  : 
Where  have  my  feet  marked  out  their  way, 
What  have  I  learnt,  where'er  I've  been, 
From  all  I've  heard,  from  all  I've  seen, 
What  know  I  more  that's  worth  the  knowing, 
What  have  I  done  that's  worth  the  doing, 
What  have  I  sought  that  I  should  shun, 
What  duties  have  I  left  undone, 
Or  into  what  new  follies  run  ? 
These  self-inquiries  are  the  road 
That  leads  to  virtue  and  to  God.** 


HOW   TO    HAVE    "A    MINUTE    TO   SPARE." 

Neves  enter  upon  the  duties  of  the  day  without  "  casting 
all  your  care"'  upon  God,  and  seeking  his  guidance  and  bless- 
ing upon  all  things.  In  answer  to  this  prayer  many  minutes, 
nay  houra,  may  be  giveo  you. 

In  all  that  lies  before  you,  expect  and  allow  for  Teiatioos 
trials  and  hindrances ;  such  will  arise ;  it  is  wise,  therefore,  to 
take  them  into  your  calculation.  By  so  doing,  you  will  And 
*'  a  minute  to  spare"  for  various  littlo  calls  upon  your  time 
and  attention,  and  for  the  kindly  offices  of  life.  This  rule  wilJ 
have  a  tendency  to  lead  you  to  seek  a  higher  strength  than 
your  own,  and  will  save  you  from  much  irritation  of  feeling 
and  temper. 


APPENDO:.  127 

Lay  yoar  plans  carefully,  and  with  prayer  and  forethought, 
Rnd  when  made,  unless  the  duty  be  very  plain  to  do  other- 
wise, keep  to  them.  The  alteration  of  arrangements  inTolves 
much  loss  of  tune,  much  useless  talking  and  anxiety. 


Cultivat*  a  habit  of  method  and  order  in  all  yoa  do. 


AVhatever  you  do,  let  it  be  well  done.    "Work  well  done,  eel- 
•loca  has  to  be  done  a  second  time. 


If  quickness  be  added  to  skill,  it  will  prove  a  vast  tim©- 
Baver.    Skill  first,  then  rapidity. 


Have  a  proper  place  for  every  thing,  and  endeavor  to  keep 
things  in  their  right  place,  or  time  will  be  loat  in  searching 
for  them. 


Whenever  practicable,  put  away  the  things  you  are  using, 
before  you  commence  a  fresh  pursuit.  Order  and  neatnesa 
will  tend  to  forward  your  work. 


If  any  article  be  mislaid,  spend  a  few  moments  in  calmly  en- 
deavoring to  recall  to  mind  when  nnd  where  it  was  last  seen 
or  used,  then  quietly  go  through  your  places,  putting  each  in 
order  as  you  do  so.  In  this  way,  you  will  generally  find  it ; 
and,  if  not,  you  will  have  the  satisfaction  of  feeling  that  your 
carelessness  has  not  led  to  a  double  loss — loss  of  time,  as  well 
aa  loss  of  property.  You  will  feel  that  your  house  is  in  better 
order  for  your  search;  whereas,  the  contrary  is  too  often  the 
case. 


When  a  hindrance  arises,  instead  of  being  vexed  and  an- 
noyed, regard  it  as  from  the  Lord.  This  will  save  you  much 
anxiety  and  trouble,  and  tend  to  lead  you  to  improve  each 
pa'ising  event.  The  Rev.  John  Newton  used  to  say:  "  When 
I  bear  a  knock  at  my  study  door,  I  hear  a  message  from  God ; 
it  tuny  De  a  lesson  of  instruction,  perhaps  a  lesson  of  patience, 
but  since  it  is  God's  message,  it  mu,st  be  interesting." 


128  APPENDIX 

Never  glye  way  to  temper.  Loss  of  temper  is  a  sad  time* 
waster;  paralyzing  both  our  own  eflforta  and  the  exertions  of 
those  around  U8. 


When  you  have  many  duties  before  you,  take  in  hand  but 
one  at  a  time,  and  do  not  suffer  your  mind  to  rest  upon  any 
but  that  one.  TVhilst  fretting  about  the  other  things,  or  even 
thinking  of  them,  the  work  in  hand  is  sadly  retarded,  and 
time  is  lost.  In  such  cases,  it  will,  in  general,  be  found  best 
to  commence  with  those  which  require  the  least  time  and  at- 
tention. Released  from  these,  the  mind  will  be  left  more  free 
for  the  greater  :  unless,  as  sometimes  occuxs,  one  duty  may 
claim  more  immediate  attention  than  another.  In  these  things 
we  must  be  guided,  partly  by  circumstances,  and  partly  by  the 
tone  of  our  own  minds. 


Accustom  yourself,  without  loss  of  time  or  temper,  to  go 
quickly  from  one  duty  to  another,  and  to  allow  yourself  to  be 
called  off,  if  need  be,  however  intent  you  may  have  been  on 
your  original  plan.  Our  own  happiness  as  well  as  usefulness 
is  very  much  connected  with  tliis.  It  is  especially  so  in  wo- 
man's life ;  which  is  made  up  of  a  constant  succession  of  little 
things,  liable  to  countless  annoyances  and  interruptions; 
nevertheless. 

Seek  to  acquire  the  habit  of  concentrated  thought  and  men- 
tal self-control,  so  that  when  engaged  in  any  duty  of  import- 
ance, you  may  keep  to  the  point  in  question.  From  the  want 
of  this  power  much  time  is  often  lost.  If  the  mind  be  allowed 
to  fiy  off  into  other  channel?,  you  will  too  frequently  find  your 
self  left  where  you  were  at  the  commencement. 


Have  always  some  book,  work,  or  other  employment,  that 
you  can  take  up  at  odd  times.  It  is  surprising  how  much  may 
be  accomplished  by  turning  to  account  fragments  of  time. 


Retire  early  to  rest.  This  is  the  first  step  towards  early 
rising,  and  not  only  so,  but  to  good  health — and,  as  a  not  un- 
frequent  consequence,  to  cheerfulness  and  equanimity  of 
temper.  Thus,  in  various  ways,  the  time  apparently  sacrificed 
is  more  than  saved.  Health  and  clieerfulueas  tend  both  to 
expedite  and  to  save  work. 


APPEITDIX. 


129 


At  night  make  a  briet  memorandum  of  such  duties  as  are 
most  important  to  be  attended  to  on  tho  following  day.  A 
short  trial  will  prove  the  excellency  of  this  plan. 


J^oto  is  a  little  word  it  is  well  to  keep  in  full  practice.  Never 
leave  until  the  next  hour,  much  less  until  to-morrow,  what 
you  can  well  do  now. 

"  Time  icas  is  passed,  thou  canst  it  not  recall; 
Time  is  thou  hast,  improve  the  portion  small; 
Time/«^itr<j  is  not,  and  may  never  be ; 
Time  present  is  the  only  time  for  thee  I" 


At  the  close  of  the  day,  do  not  spend  time  in  vain  regrets 
at  the  discouragements  and  failures  you  may  have  met  with. 
Our  short-comings  should  lead  us  to  deeper  distrust  of  our- 
selves, and  to  greater  humiliation  before  God,  but  not  to  de- 
Bp;\ir. 

Every  fall  should  increase  our  earnestness  in  prayer,  and 
make  us  cling  closer  and  lean  more  firmly  on  a  strength  higher 
than  our  own. 

Discouragement  and  despair  proceed  from  the  author  of  all 
evil,  the  father  of  lies;  succeeding  In  this,  he  secures  his  prey. 

Warning,  invitation,  and  promise,  come  from  the  Giver  of 
every  good  and  perfect  gift. 

In  the  detail,  as  well  as  in  the  greater  concerns  of  life, 
1jO<)K  up,  dear  Christian!  the  never-failing  promise  is  yours: 
"  My  grace  is  nrufficient  for  tliee :  for  my  strongth  U  made 
perfect  in  tceakness."* 


"Not  a  Minute  to  Spare!" 

*'  Not  a  minute  to  spare," 
While,  with  maddening  career, 

Men  hasten  their  incense  to  pour 
At  the  fair  shrine  of  fashion, 
Or  pleasure,  or  passion. 

And  mammon,  their  God,  to  adore  I 


•  3  Cor.  12  :  9. 


130  APPENDIX. 

2  "  Not  a  minute  to  spare" 

For  the  children  of  care, 
Their  patient  endurance  to  aid, 

"  Not  a  minute  to  spare" 

To  breatlie  forth  a  prayer 
By  the  bed  where  the  dying  is  laid! 

8  "  Not  a  minute"  to  hear 

The  tale  of  despair 
From  the  wretching,  the  suffering,  the  vl!*! 

To  teach  them  to  lave, 

In  Siloam's  -vrave, 
Souls  that  sorrow  and  guilt  do  defile  I 

4  "  Not  a  minute"  to  pause, 

Ere  the  curtain  withdraws 

Wliich  eternity  veils  from  our  sight; 
In  that  moment  sublime, 
Fly  the  trifles  of  time, 

As  clouds  at  the  coming  of  light. 

{>  "  Not  a  minute"  to  ponder, 

In  love  and  in  wonder, 
How  Jesus  our  safety  secured — 

And,  despising  the  shame, 

Lost  man  to  reclaim. 
How  meekly  the  cross  he  endured. 

6  "  Not  a  minute"  to  read 
In  the  sure  title-deed 

That  describes  our  possessions  in  heaven 
"  Not  a  minute"  to  drink, 
Tliough  you  lie  at  its  brink. 

Of  the  stream  from  the  Rock  that  was  riyea 

7  "  Not  a  minute"  to  gaze 
On  the  transient  displays 

Of  the  bliss  which  each  ransomed  one  ghares. 
To  catch  some  stray  beams 
Of  the  glory  that  streams 

From  the  mansion  which  Jesus  prepares  I 


APPENDIX. 

Hath  the  sailor  no  hour. 
Ere  the  tempests  yet  lower. 

To  gaze  on  his  bright  guiding  star 
Will  the  warrior  not  stay, 
Ere  he  enters  the  fray, 

His  armor  to  gird  for  the  war  ? 


9         Seel  the  mi-^er,  by  stealth. 

Though  in  haste  to  get  wealth, 

Can  many  a  moment  afford, 
Greater  gains  to  devise. 
And,  with  covetous  eyes. 

To  count  o'er  his  glittering  hoard! 

10  0  my  brother !  beware  ! 
"  Not  a  minute  to  ppare"* 

From  the  world,  with  its  pleasure  o?  tcl!* 

Must  betoken  a  heart 

Unto  self  set  apart 
Which  Satan  himself  claims  for  spoiU 

11  If  with  niial  love 

To  our  Father  above  • 
Our  hearts  to  o'erflowing  be  filled, 

In  softening  the  woe 

Of  our  brother  below 
Will  that  love,  like  the  dew,  be  distUlaL 

12  Then,  what  seems  to  us  lo33 
For  the  sake  of  the  Cross, 

Shall  be  paid  by  a  costlier  pi*ice ; 
For  when  Jesus  shall  come. 
And  shall  gather  us  home, 

It  will  seem  but  a  light  sacrifice. 


131 


132  APPENDIX- 


GOLDEN  MAXIMS. 


1. 

stand  upon  the  edge  of  this  world,  ready  to  take  wing- 
having  your  feet  on  earth,  your  eyes  and  heart  in  heayen. — 


2. 

Every  hour  comes  to  us  charged  with  duty,  and  the  moment 
it  is  past,  returns  to  heaven  to  register  itself  how  spent. — 
Adam. 

3. 

Transact  business  with  the  men  of  the  world,  like  a  person 
In  a  shower  of  rain,  staying  no  longer  than  is  indispensably 
necessary. — Cecil. 

4. 

When  the  winds  of  applause  blow  fresh  and  strong,  then 
steer  with  a  steady  hand.— il/;  Jlenry. 


As  the  shadow  of  the  sun  is  largest  when  his  beams  are  low- 
est, so  we  are  always  least  when  we  make  ourselves  the 
greatest.— >S'ec^■^r. 

6. 

St. Paul  had  three  wishes,  and  they  were  all  about  Christ: 
that  he  might  \i&  found  in  Christ,  that  he  might  be  ^oith. 
Christ,  and  that  he  might  magnify  Christ. — Luther. 

7. 

Lowliness  of  heart  Is  real  dignity,  and  humility  is  the 
fcrightest  jewel  in  the  Christian's  crown. — Bond. 


APPENDIX.  133 

8. 

The  seeming  shipwrecKS  we  meet  with  in  the  voyage  of  life 
©rten  prove  the  very  things  which  best  speed  our  course  «« 
the  haven  where  we  would  be. 

9. 

Make  gopd  use  of  time,  if  thou  lovest  eternity ;  yester- 
day can  not  be  recalled— to-morrow  can  not  be  secui-ed— to- 
day only  is  thine,  which,  if  once  lost,  is  lost  forever. 

10. 

We  sail  to  glory,  not  in  the  salt  sea  of  our  tears,  but  la 
the  red  sea  of  Christ's  hlood.— Dyer. 

11. 

Let  prayer  be  the  key  of  the  morning,  and  the  bolt  of  the 
avening. 

12. 

Prayer  is  the  golden  chain  of  union  between  heaven  and 
earth,  and  it  keeps  open  the  blessed  communication. 

13. 

Families  are  divine  plantations,  designed  by  God  himssif  *• 
b«  nurseries  of  religion  and  godliness. — Hotce. 

14 

As  the  sails  of  a  ship  carry  it  into  the  harbor,  so  prayer 
eftrriea  us  to  the  throne  and  bosom  of  God. —  TopUtdy. 

15. 

Never  proceed  to  any  business  or  engagement,  till  you  hare 
;fc»«t  Implored  the  divine  hlts&in^.—Newstead. 

16. 

Christ  crucified,  is  the  library  which  triumphant  »oal8  wM 
be  studying  to  all  eternity.— ifp.  SiUlingfieet. 


134  APPENDIX. 

17. 

Salvation  gained,  or  salvation  lost,  employs  ';he  thoughts, 
and  fills  the  years  of  heaven  and  hell. — Cumming. 

18. 

Never  venture  on  any  action,  unless  you  bring  God  to  It ; 
nor  rest  satisfied,  unless  you  carry  God  from  it. —  Quaries. 

19. 

Begin  all  thine  actions  with  prayer,  that  thou  mayest  be 
able  to  accomplish  them. — Pythagoras. 


Sickness  should  teach  us  what  a  vain  thing  the  world  is — 
what  a  vile  thing  sin  is — what  a  poor  thing  man  is — and  what 
a  precious  thing  an  interest  in  Christ  is. — Mrs.  Savage. 

21. 

I  will  not  speak  much,  lest  I  should  speak  too  much  ;  and  I 
will  not  speak  at  all,  unless  I  can  speak  to  purpose. — Bp. 
Beteridge. 

22. 

Walk  by  no  rule  but  such  as  will  stand  the  test  of  a  death- 
bed, and  the  day  of  judgment. 

23. 

Reports  which  tend  to  mischief,  are  like  snow  balls— tlie 
further  they  roll  the  more  they  gather. 

24. 

One  of  the  finest  sights  in  the  world  is  a  Christian  at  the 
end  of  a  long  course  with  an  unsullied  reputation :  his  hair 
may  be  white,  but  his  leaf  is  green. — Jay. 

25. 

Prayer  is  a  key,  which,  being  turned  by  the  hand  of  faith, 
unlocks  all  God's  treasures.— ^/*e.  II  More, 


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26. 

The  heart,  like  a  watch,  will  be  apt  to  go  down,  and  there- 
fore must  be  ever  and  anon  wound  up  by  prayer  and  me- 
ditation.—J'.  Watson. 

27. 

Clothe  yourself  with  the  silk  of  piety,  the  satin  of  sanctity, 
and  the  purple  of  modesty ;  so  shall  you  hare  God  himself 
to  be  your  suitor. — TcriidUan. 

28. 

Love  Is  the  golden  thread  that  runs  through  the  whole 
Gospel:  God's  love  to  us,  oura  to  him,  and  one  to  another. — 
M.  ff&rvry. 

29. 

It  is  abominable  that  a  worm  should  swell  with  pride  when 
•ur  Lord  made  himself  so  lo'w.— Bernard. 

30. 

Inthne,  we  transact  business  for  eternity  :  whatever,  there- 
fore, we  do  now,  should  be  done  well. — JSev.  B.  Ra]/. 

31. 

Religion  is  a  personal  business ;  and  if  all  the  rest  of  tha 
world  were  to  forsake  Christ,  it  would  be  our  duty  to  follow 
him. — Bond. 

32. 

The  believer  casts  all  his  care  upon  the  Lord  ;  he  reclines 
his  head  on  the  soft  bosom  of  Providence,  and  falls  asleep. 
—Jay. 

33. 

Those  are  the  best  Christians  who  are  more  careful  to  re- 
form themselves  than  to  censure  others. ~Z>r.  Fuller. 

34. 

Live  every  day  as  if  it  were  the  last  yon  had  to  live .  lay 
hoUl  of  every  season  to  prepare  for  heaven. — Ambroas. 


136  APPEKDIX. 

ORIGINAL   LINES. 


OBicmAL  Imes  written  by  a  gentleman  of  the  Lee  Aver  ue 
Sabbath-School,  (and  sung  by  the  children,)  on  the  death  pf 
<M3e  of  the  scholars  of  the  Primary  Department. 

Our  Lizzie's  Gone. 

1  Our  Lizzie's  gone,  but  we'll  not  mourn ; 

For  there  she  sits  above  ; 
Behold  her  bright  and  happy  form, 
Where  all  is  peace  and  love. 

2  She  loved  her  cheerful  "  Sabbath  Home"— 

She  loved  to  meet  us  here, 
And  loved  to  mingle  in  our  song. 
Her  voice  both  loud  and  clear. 

3  Her  happy  voice  we  miss  to-day, 

Her  form  we  see  no  more  ; 

For  angels  bore  her  far  away, 

To  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

4  And  now  among  the  throng  above, 

With  children  gathered  there. 
She  sings  a  Saviour's  dying  love, 
And  plays  her  golden  lyre. 

6  She  lingered  but  a  little  time— 
Her  days  were  short  and  few; 
But  oh  I  how  many  affections  twined 
Round  her  so  good  and  true  ! 

6  Her  sickness  she  with  patience  bore, 

In  suffering  she  was  calm  ; 
For  soon,  she  knew,  her  Saviour  dear 
Would  round  her  throw  his  arm. 

7  She  looked  with  longing  to  the  day 

When  she  should  be  set  free — 
When  Jesus  unto  her  would  say, 
"  ily  Lizzie,  come  t©  me.'" 


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8  Her  Saviour  spake,  and  bid  her  oome — 

He  sent  his  angel  down ; 
And  now  above,  in  "  Heaven  her  home," 
She  sings  and  wears  a  crown. 

9  Oome,  children,  come,  the  Saviour  heed, 

He  bids  you  love  him  now, 
That  you  his  golden  streets  may  tread, 
And  in  his  presence  bow. 

10  Upon  your  head  he'll  put  a  crowa, 

A  harp  within  your  hand  ; 
And  with  the  great  and  blessed  throng 
You'll  sing  "  The  Happy  Land." 

11  Our  Lizzie  there  you  will  behold, 

And  with  her  you  shall  sing, 
And  with  your  harps  and  voicee  tuned« 
ferever  praise  your  King. 


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